The Last Time I Saw Paris

A lady known as Paris, romantic and charming

Has left her old companions and faded from view

Lonely men with lonely eyes are seeking her in vain

Her streets, her streets are where they were

But there is no sign of her. She has left the Seine

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay

I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café

The last time I saw Paris, her trees were dressed for spring

And lovers walked beneath those trees and birds found song to sing

I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years

The chorus of their squeaky horns was music to my ears

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was young and gay

No matter how they change her, I'll remember her that way

I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged before

Not that I'm that old

The music from their squeaky voices were

Comment dit ça? Le musique, oh

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was young and gay

No matter how they change her, I'll remember her that way