Paul Gervaise picks up the Herald    And sees the face of Zelda Fitzgerald    She's part of the scene    Of life between the wars       The tropic sun is sticky and warm    And it bakes the head of Somerset Maugham    Who is writing a scene    Of life between the wars       You're waiting by the hotdog stand    In the onion air    As the ball flies through the park    Violet and Vita run    Through the streets of Paris    Their laughter floating through the dark       A fog that fell is swallowing London    Coco Chanel came back with a suntan    To brighten the scene    Of life between the wars       There will be a pint of milk    And a Hovis loaf    At the end of every street    You can hear a silver band on the radio    And it makes the grocer tap his feet       The King is leaving Buckingham Palace    It's all too cold    He'd rather have Wallis    They're part of the scene    Of life between the wars