I have seen all these nice new town girls
Sipping their tea
Pecking at their Viennese whirls

They fiddle with their silver spoons
In apple blossom afternoons
With the spring
Dressed in her bling

All the boys in the room give them looks
While they pretend to be buried in their books
And as the ancient game goes on
The light gets low
And the day is gone
And the married men remember Madeleine

Madeleine
Madeleine
Who left her lovers standing in the rain

When the heat brings the street to its knees
There on the seats under trees like calabrese
Oh are the ones who play the field
Yet never know the power they wield

And the married men remember
That's when the married men remember
Oh the married men remember Madeleine