Paroles de Normandie

Normandie 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