Released: September 7, 1979

Songwriter: B.A. Robertson Terry Britten

Producer: Cliff Richard Terry Britten

Excusez-moi, my pretty Mademoiselle
You are a French girl it's easy to tell
Me, I don't smoke not even a French cigarette
But I love my pomme de terre
And always croquette
I am from Angleterre and you are from France
And you will honour me by having a dance

Chorus:
Straight away!
I'm getting ready for a new sensation
Never kissed them in another nation
Internationally I'm in clover
I was a native on the boat ride over
Straight away!
I'm getting ready for my new vocation
I am the man who will unite the nations
Ooh la la/how you say it/ca va-this is love
La la la la la la la language of love
La la la la la la la language of love
La la la la la la la language of love

We've been together now for more than a day
And I am waiting to hear what you say
Come on, come on, I think you're telling me lies
You are Italian, I can tell by your eyes
I love Chianti and I hope you'll agree
That Zefferelli makes the movies for me

Chorus Repeated

Instrumental

I try my French, Latin, Spanish and Greek
This is the language of love that I speak
I never know if they're from Paris or Rome
We stop the talking when I'm walking them home
One little kiss and then heavens above
This is the universal language of love

Straight away!
Are you ready for a new sensation
I'm gonna kiss a girl from every nation

(Rest of chorus as before)
This is love-the language of love