I'm a legionnaire Camel in disrepair hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by I am on reprieve lacking my joie de vivre missing my gay paris in this desert dry
And I wrote my girl told her I would not return I've terribly taken a turn for the worst now I fear
Its been a year or more since they shipped me to this foreign shore fighting in a foreign war so far away from my home
If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards and the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream with the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars, the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine. Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
la la la la dam la la la low
Medicating in the sun pinched doses of laudanum longing for the old fecundity of my homeland Curses to this mirage! A bottle of ancient Shiraz a smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears
On the old left bank my baby in a charabanc riding up the width and length of the Champs Elysees
If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevard and the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream with the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again
If only summer rain would fall on the houses and the boulevard and the side walk bagatelles its like a dream with the roar of cars and the lulling of the cafe bars the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again... be back again, be back again, I'll be back again