I won´t be long, I won´t be long
I was layind down there on the London clouds
I won´t be long, I won´t be long,
I was wandering as I´m wondering
What will we do there in the breech
Or when the sun comes through?
Where will you be when I´m all done, all chased away
All chased away?... anyway...

I might be late, I might be late,
I was laying down in a Berlin park,
I might be late, I might be late,
Paris is calling me, Paris is calling me,
What will you do there in the breech
Or when the sun comes through?
Where will you be when I´m all alone, all chased away,
All chased away?...anyway...