Paris isn't that romantic   If you don't have any money   Those cafés aren't so cute to walk by   When you're hungry      Our campground on the outskirts of town   Was all we could afford to do   We were so sick of bein' in the big cities   This one seemed so rude, rude, rude      We mailed home all our huge rolls of film   And all the change that we couldn't use   We bumped into some girls that we knew from Texas   Saw the Mona Lisa, her smile seemed so cruel      And we used our last ticket to take the train   To a boat on the coast that would take us away   To a place that we hoped   Would be the end of our sorrows      When we got there we were way too late   There was no way we could leave that day   We'd have to find a place to stay   And try again tomorrow      We found a secret place to crash   In a bush by the docks    That was filled with trash   We cleared a spot and we called it a day      And I wished that I brought my guitar   As I looked through the bush   Up at the stars   Fell asleep and got woke up by the rain      We waited on the porch for the doors to open   And we asked the guy if there was any reason hopin'   He said, "Don't give up,   Cross your fingers, wish for luck"      So I cast my spells and I made my curses   Wishin' that a truck would get stuck   And then we could take their place,   Leave France that day