i'm a legionnaire   camel in disrepair   hoping for a frigidaire    to come passing by      i am on reprieve   lacking my joie de vivre    missing my gay paris   in this desert dry      and i wrote my girl    told her i would not return    i've terribly taken a turn    for the worse now I fear      its been a year or more    since they shipped me to this foreign shore   fighting in a foreign war    so far away from my home      if only summer rain would fall    on the houses and the boulevards    and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream      with the roar of cars    and the lulling of the cafe bars   the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine   lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again       medicating in the sun    pinched doses of laudanum   longing for old fecundity of my homeland      curses to this mirage!    a bottle of ancient shiraz   a smattering of distant applause    is ringing in my poor ears       on the old left bank    my baby in a charabanc    riding up the width and length    of the Champs Elysees      if only summer rain would fall    on the houses and the boulevards    and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream      with the roar of cars    and the lulling of the cafe bars   the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine   lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again      if only summer rain would fall    on the houses and the boulevards    and the sidewalk bagatelles, its like a dream      with the roar of cars    and the lulling of the cafe bars   the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine   lord I don't know if i'll ever be back again..