[Chorus]
A Sunday off in gay Paris
I was bound for the sacred street
God's the draw up on Montmartre
But not Rue de la Guitare
Ne pas Rue de la Guitare

[Verse 2]
Like melodies that never fade
B-girls perform their masquerades
Pigale is still a strange bizarre
Down on Rue de la Guitare
Rue de la Guitare

[Verse 3]
Windows filled with long lost dreams
Unfinished songs on rusty strings
From Nazareth across the sea
She'd somehow caught up with me
Her fait accompli

[Bridge]
I read the wood and felt the scars
They spoke of nights in smoky bars
How many songs, how many beers
Had caused her journey here
[Chorus]
A toast to those who love to hear
A D-18 play Lightfoot clear
Music still lives in shops and bars
Along Rue de la Guitare
Rue de la Guitare

[Outro]
Now over here, people sing
"Comment ca va, monsieur Buffett?
Un verre de vin, une chanson a jouer"
Vive Rue de la Guitare