I'd rather Normandie   I'll take the hill   This salt and pepper tree   To set up on my window sill   He's sure to call on me      We'll Alameda down   Our way to Chinatown   Oh, wish me luck   I'm gonna take the train   It must be South bound   He's sure to call on me      I'll climb all the way up   To the tops of the palms   And go barrelling down   'til I'm caught in your arms      I'd rather Normandie   I'll take the hill   See from the tallest tree   That falling down is such a thrill   He's sure to call on me