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