Writer(s): Schroeder/Wood If you turn me down once more, I'll join the French Foreign Legion Bet you, they would welcome me, with open arms First you love me, yes; then you love me, no I don't know where I stand Do we march together down the isle Or do I march that desert sand If you think I won't find romance, in the French Foreign Legion Think about that uniform with all its charm Just one more time are you gonna be mine, or au revoir cheri It's the French Foreign Legion for me