Al Stewart - Life 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 wars