| There’s a bottle in the corner
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| That’s where I’m gonna stay
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| Just me and my bottle of French wine
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| We’re gonna drink the night away
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| Nobody comes, nobody knocks on the door
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| My friends are far away
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| If the telephone don’t start ringing
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| It’s gonna be a bad bad day
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| Ooh la la la Ooh la lay
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| There’s a party in Paris Palais
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| I turn on the radio
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| But I don’t like what they play
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| So I put a record on the stereo
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| Just to pass this night away
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| It’s twelve’o’clock, I can see them now
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| They’re dancing the night away
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| Little Jimmy’s dressed as Fred Astaire
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| So wrecked the band can’t play
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| I can smell the French perfume
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| While I sit here in despair
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| I Think I’ll open another bottle
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| And I’ll make believe I’m there
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| Meanwhile back in London
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| Seems a million miles away
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| I’m lookin' at my invitation
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| With no ticket for a train |