(Oscar Hammerstein - Jerome Kern)

The last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe
The last time I saw Paris her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing.

I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years
The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears
Oh, the last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they changed her I'll remember her, oh, that way.

--- Instrumental ---

Dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years
The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears
Oh, the last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her I'll remember her that way.

The last time I saw Paris.
The last time I saw Paris...