Life Between the Wars

	作词 : Stewart
	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

	zuò cí : Stewart
	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