A lady known as Paris
Romantic and charming
Left all her old companions
And faded from view
Lonely men with lonely eyes
Are seeking her in vain
The streets are where they were
But there's no sign of her
She has left the same

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart
In every street cafe
The last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing
I dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaky horns
Was music to my ears
The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was young and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remember her that way
I think of happy hours
And people who shared them
Old women selling flowers
In markets at dawn
Children who applauded
Punch and Judy in the park
And those who danced at night
And kept their Paris bright
'Til the town went dark

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart
In every street cafe
The last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaky horns
Was music to my ears
The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was young . . . and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remember her
Happy
That way