Paris, You’re In Paris

I’m in bed by my window listening
Milk bottles clink the gate goes creek
The postman gives knock
The letterbox goes flop
And I’m there before the postcard gets the chance to drop

Paris, you’re in Paris
You’ve been in Paris for a week
You’re doing the fashion tour
That ends on the 24th
You’ll be in London by the 25th

I’ll catch the early morning train from Lime Street to Houston
And when we pull in Heathrow I’ll telephone the airport
So that when your plane arrives the man will say Miss Hooper
You’re friend is waiting for you in a Yellow mini Cooper

I’ll catch the early morning train from Lime Street to Houston
And when we pull in Heathrow I’ll telephone the airport
So that when your plane arrives the man will say Miss Hooper
You’re friend is waiting for you in a Yellow mini Cooper

Paris, you’re in Paris
You’ve been in Paris for a week
You’re doing the fashion tour
That ends on the 24th
You’ll be in London by the 25th