Back in the day you had been part of the smart set    You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets    From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri    In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy    You sipped camparis with David and Peter    At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva    Scaling the dizzy heights of high society    Armed only with a cheque-book and a family tree       You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur    Until the light of youth became obscured    And left you on your own and in the shade    An English lady of a certain age    And if a nice young man would buy you a drink    You'd say with a conspiratorial wink    "You wouldn't think that I was seventy"    And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!"       You had to marry someone very very rich    So that you might be kept in the style to which    You had all of your life been accustomed to    But that the socialists had taxed away from you    You gave him children, a girl and a boy    To keep your sanity a nanny was employed    And when the time came they were sent away    Well that was simply what you did in those days       You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur    Until the light of youth became obscured    And left you on your own and in the shade    An English lady of a certain age    And if a nice young man would buy you a drink    You'd say with a conspiratorial wink    "You wouldn't think that I was sixty three"    And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!       Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey    Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry    Your daughter never finished her finishing school    Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve    Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day    He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles    And so you come here to escape your little flat    Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how       You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur    Until the light of youth became obscured    And left you all alone and in the shade    An English lady of a certain age    And if a nice young man would buy you a drink    You'd say with a conspiratorial wink    "You wouldn't think that I was fifty three"    And he'd say,"no, you couldn't be!