A Little Side Street in Paree

from the show “Spice of 1922”
Words by Jack Stanley
Music by James F. Hanley


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. Just around the corner
    From a famous boulevard
    In the heart of gay Paree
    There’s a little place
    That modern progress has not marred
    It’s the same as it was
    In the days that used to be

Chorus
A little side street away from all the city’s noise
Where girls are girls and boys are boys
You’ll see them playing with toys
Contented, life there is sweet
And trouble never troubles you
Why Kings on their throne would die just to own
The love that is known in each humble home
A quiet retreat where simple pleasures rule supreme
A place for lovers just to dream in ecstacy
Of days to be
The world and all its gold I would give
I’d be contented if I could live
On that little side street in Paree

  1. When the twilight shadows fall
    And stars shine bright above
    On that street in gay Paree
    Ev’rything just seems to speak
    Of happiness and love
    How I wish I were back
    Where my dreams are calling me

Chorus
A little side street
What is that noise that fills the air?
The sound of cheering ev’rywhere
And then the trumpets’ shrill blare
He comes the pride of the street
A hero in each loving eye
His fighting is o’er, he’s home from the war
They welcome once more the one they adore
Oh! see when they meet
Two lovers bless the happy day
And in his arms you’ll hear her say
“It’s really he come back to me”
There’s love and joy in each heart tonight
The world has never seemed half so bright
On that little side street in Paree

Chorus
A little side street
And in the flick’ring lamplight glare
A furtive figure stealing there
Bids honest men to beware of danger
Homeward bound feet
Are halted by his warning voice
In tone crisp and terse
“Your life or your purse”
A blow and a curse
Thank God, it’s no worse
The gendarme on beat
Comes running with belated aid
Apache hears him then afraid
He turns to flee so silently
One long last sigh, his life is no more
The gendarme laughs, it’s happen’d before
On that little side street in Paree


Sung here by Fred Feild: