THE CAFÉ DE PARIS
To the tune of COPACABANA (speakers on please!)
(Manilow/Fomalhault/Sussman/Feldman)
The place was Lytham
The time was winter
And I was sitting in the square
But there wasn’t any chairs
And then the council
Moved into action
And banished all the motor cars
With a nifty pavement plan
To make us use our feet
They brought in their concrete
And the traffic would be redirected
Down another street
At the Café, Café de Paris
I ripped off a song done by Barry
At the Café, Café de Paris
Pedestrianisation has lead to expansion
At the Café, I found a seat.
I got the menu
It was in English
My small breakfast came along
Just as I began this song
And through the window
I saw the people
Who would’ve come too far
But not actually by car
To see the coloured tiles
They walked for miles and miles
And the map was just what they needed
To find the hardware store
At the Café, Café de Paris
I ripped off a song done by Barry
At the Café, Café de Paris
Skateboarding junkies are never a problem
At the Café, they all fall down.
And now it’s summer
We dine al fresco
With tables outside everywhere
As they re-dig up the square
To make improvements
To the drainage
And so we never use the car
To get a curry from our Spar
As we can not be sure
About it's temperature
Or how far away we’ll have to park it
From our own front door
At the Café, Café de Paris
I dedicate this song to Barry
At the Café, Café de Paris
Wear something warm be prepared to get wet
At the Café, don’t freeze to death