(B. Cummings)
Well, if you've ever been to Paris and you've ever missed a plane
Nothin' much to do but sit around
Drink a little, yawn a couple, laugh at where you come from
Have another glass of Paris brown
I'm unknown and they're still jivin'
He plugged himself in, left her screaming
Planes are goin' up, planes are comin' down
Belles around here about enough to drive a poor boy mad
Planes are goin' up, planes are comin' down
Better get to Rome and have a look at younger sister of my dad.
Well, the mission was accomplished on the day that you arrived
Maria hung you out and let you dry
You never understood the language lesson that she gave you
Caught it in reflections of her eye
I'm unknown and they're still jivin'
He plugged himself in, left her droolin'
Planes are goin' up, planes are comin' down
Bells around here are 'bout enough to drive a poor boy mad
Planes are goin' up, planes are comin' down
Better get to Rome and have a look at younger sister of my dad.