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 the squeaky horns was music to my ears
Oh the last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they changed her I'll remember her oh that way
[ vibes ]
Dodged the same old taxicab...
The last time I saw Paris the last time I saw Paris