Let's look on the bright side. Forget the doom and gloom. Let's talk about the
Alaphone in the room. There are many Alaphones here in Montreal. Half a million
Alaphones. If we count you all, I'll bet nobody told you before you came. When you
got here we would say, Hello be my name. Not Franco or Anglo, but something of your
own. Allo, allo, allo, allophone. Allo, allo, allophones. Allo, how do you do? Allo,
allo, allophones. Allo, all of you. If you want to meet an Alaphone, this is how you
start. Go into a restaurant and order Alokart. Every day's a allo day on the
allo scene. When you are an Alaphone, it's always Halloween. Not Franco, not
Anglo, but something of your own. Allo, allo, allo, allophones. There's
Allophones playing for the Alloettes. They say an Allophone never forgets their
exotic, erotic, polyglotic, and so remember the Allophones. I love Allophones
cause I'm an Allophile. See you later, Allogator. In a while, pop the gal. I like to party
with an Allophone. I will tell you why, when I'm with an Allophone. I have an
Allobi. You used to all be ethnic. Now, Allo's what you are. Praise me to Allo.
Allo, Acabar. Not Franco or Anglo, but something of your own. Allo, allo, allo,
allophones. Allo, allo, allo, allo, don't be a marshmallow. Allo, allo, allo, allophones.