Paul Gervaise picks up the Herald
And sees the face of Zelda Fitzgerald
She's part of the scene

Of life between the wars

The tropic sun is sticky and warm

And it bakes the head of Somerset Maugham
Who is writing a scene
Of life between the wars


You're waiting by the hotdog stand
In the onion air

As the ball flies through the park
Violet and Vita run
Through the streets of Paris

Their laughter floating through the dark



A fog that fell is swallowing London
Coco Chanel came back with a suntan
To brighten the scene

Of life between the wars

There will be a pint of milk

And a Hovis loaf
At the end of every street
You can hear a silver band on the radio

And it makes the grocer tap his feet

The King is leaving Buckingham Palace

It's all too cold
He'd rather have Wallis
They're part of the scene

Of life between the war