December 2007
I remember Paris in 49,
The Champs Elysee,
Sat there drinking old Beaujolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine,
In those Parisienne days.
Looking back at the photographs,
Those summer days spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs
About my old Parisienne days...
Can you hear the seductive sirens?
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Can you hear the atonal anthem?
Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Turn up your radio
Hear the call of black euro
Can you hear the atonal anthem