The glamour′s gone, the shades are down
And Paris is only a lonely town
Lonely
When love's a laugh and you′re the clown
Then Paris is only another town
Dreary
For the loveless clown
This town's a weary merry-go-round
And round and round
The chestnut, the willow
The colors of Utrillo
Turn to gray, gray hues
The band plays Bizet
Along the Champs Elysees
Sounds like way down blues
Paris is a lonely, dreary
Oh, so lonely town
Where's that shining flower
′Neath the Eiffel Tower?
Where′s that fairyland of gold?
Isn't it a pity
That this magic city
Turned suddenly cold?
The chimneys moan, the river cries
Each glamorous bridge is a bridge of sighs
River, river
Won′t you be my lover?
Don't turn me down
For Paris is such a lonely, lonely town
Writer(s): Harold Arlen, E. Y. Harburg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
