Between the Wars

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