The Ballad of Lucy Jordon

[Verse 1]
The mornin' sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordon
In her white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinnin' round

[Chorus]
At the age of 37
She realised she'd never ride through Paris
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair
And she let the phone keep ringin'
As she sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes
She'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair

[Verse 2]
Her husband, he was off to work
And the kids were off to school
And there were oh so many ways
For her to spend her day
She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked down the shady street
Screaming all the way

[Chorus]
At the age of 37
She realised she'd never ride through Paris
In a sports car, with the warm wind in her hair
And she let the phone keep ringin'
As she sat there softly singin'
Pretty nursery rhymes
She'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair

[Verse 3]
The evening sun
Touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordon
On the rooftop
Where she'd climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtseyed to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And led her down
To the long white car
That waited past the crowd

[Outro]
At the age of 37
She knew she'd found forever
As they rode along through Paris
With the warm wind in her hair
Ooooohhh yes
With the wind in her hair
Oooohhhh yeah, yes