Let's look on the bright side. Forget the doom and gloom.
Let's talk about the Allophone in the room.
There are many Allophones here in Montreal.
Half a million Allophones. If we count you all
I'll bet nobody told you before you came.
When you got here we would say, "Allo be thy name!"
Not Franco or Anglo, but something of your own.
Allo, allo, allo, Allophone!

Allo, allo, Allophone. Allo, how do you do?
Allo, allo, Allophones. Allo, all of you.
If you want to meet an Allophone, this is how you start.
Go into a restaurant and order Allo-carte.
Every day's an allo day on the allo-scene.
When you are an Allophone, it's always Allo-ween.
Not Franco, not Anglo, but something of your own.
Allo, allo, allo, allophones.

There's Allophones playing for the Allouettes.
They say an Allophone never forgets.
They're exotic, erotic, polyglotic, and so -
Remember the Allophone!

I love Allophones 'cause I'm an Allophile.
See you later, Allo-gator. In a while, crocodile.
I like to party with an Allophone. I will tell you why,
When I'm with an Allophone. I have an Alo-bi.
You used to all be ethnic. Now, Allo's what you are.
Praise me to Allo! Allo, Akhabar!
Not Franco or Anglo, but something of your own.
Allo, allo, allo, Allophone.
Allo, allo, allo, allo, don't-a be a marsh-a mallow.
Allo, allo, allo, Allophone!