@ALBUM: The Original Soundtrack By 10cc @SONG: Une Nuit A Paris Part One: One Night in Paris Bonjour monsieur Paris really welcomes you It's the best room in the house It's forty francs a night, alright. It's crazy, it isn't worth a centime I'll take it! Merci Monsieur Rouged lips in the gaslight A great view of the hall That's the way the croissant crumbles after all Paris is only one step away Les girls are out on bail Tres bien there's love for sale Oh my cheri, wish you were mine And I'll show you a wonderful time For the price of a cheap champagne I'll show it you once again One night in Paris Is like a year in any other place One night in Paris Will wipe the smile off your pretty face One girl in Paris Is like loving every woman One night in Paris One night in Paris One night in Paris May be your last!!! Part Two: The Same Night in Paris Is he gonna buy? You wanna little culture? Is he gonna pay? Maybe Monsieur is into photographs, Non? Or is he gonna fall in love The all American way? I got a watch wiz a beautiful Swiss movement Is he gonna buy? Forget the watch, I'll show you a good time!` Is he gonna pay? Le connoisseur, want something different? Or is he gonna fall in love The all American way? Oh you know you ain't no Casanova You can't even do the Bossa Nova Or the Tango or the Samba! Though you are so very charming No you ain't no Casanova Is he gonna buy? Is he gonna pay? Or is he gonna fall in love The all American way? Sometimes I think he will But then again........................ One night in Paris Is like a year in any other place! One night in Paris Will wipe the smile off your pretty face! Try a girl in Paris But try one of mine Each night in Paris Each night in Paris Each night in Paris Each night in Paris May be your last!!! Part Three: Later the same night in Paris Forty-Two, Quarante-Deux Rue de Saint Jacques All our girls are how you say Good in the sack I was a stripper On the Champs Elysees He was a gendarme In the gendarmerie Going Oh La La La Oh La La La La He was a pimp In a black beret But he was an artiste In his own way Oh La La La Oh La La La La When they raided my club that night They ruined my act with the leather umbrella the Chief de Police got a fright He was up in my boudoir with some other fella It's only routine But I got this feeling It ain't good for business Then the floor cleared A woman screamed to herself Henri...Though you're not the toast of Paris I love you, although you bed and beat me Henri, leave it alone, For the gendarme's just doing his job Paris is only one step away Murder is only one step away Notre Dame is ringing her bells Another gendarme has gone to Hell Notre Dame is ringing her bells Another gendarme has gone to Hell Gone to Hell Gone to Hell One night in Paris Is like a year in any other place One night in Paris Will wipe the smile off your pretty face One girl in Paris Is like loving every woman This night in Paris This night in Paris This night in Paris This night in Paris May be your last!!! @SONG: I'm Not In Love I'm not in love So don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made I'm not in love, no no, it's because.. I like to see you But then again That doesn't mean you mean that much to me So if I call you Don't make a fuss Don't tell your friends about the two of us I'm not in love, no no, it's because.. I keep your picture Upon the wall It hides a nasty stain that's lying there So don't you ask me To give it back I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me I'm not in love, no no, it's because.. Ooh you'll wait a long time for me Ooh you'll wait a long time Ooh you'll wait a long time for me Ooh you'll wait a long time I'm not in love So don't forget it It's just a silly phase I'm going through And just because I call you up Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made I'm not in love I'm not in love @SONG: Blackmail She doesn't need money She doesn't need diamonds She's lookin' for pretty things She doesn't want romance She doesn't need finance She's looking for rendezvous But every time she's going down She never looks around I'll wait and watch her with my lens until she brings the curtain down 'There behind the keyhole' with my fisheye I'm back in the darkroom I'm covered in fixer I'm making a photograph I'll send her some postcards In glorious colour I'm keeping the negatives I'll form a letter from the news With different type from different lines I'll tell the world about her I'll mail the People and the Times 'Oo it'll be so scandalous For the both of them But mainly her' She showed them her husband He ordered a dozen He thought they were fabulous The one with the -------------- The two of the ---------------- And three of the -------------- He sold her to Hefner Who put her in Playboy He gave her a centre-fold I made a real blunder She made it in movies I made her a superstar @SONG: The Second Sitting For The Last Supper Another fish head in the dustbin Another loser in the queue for the soup kitchen Another reason for a visit We think you'd better come down Another nigger on the woodpile Another honky on the dole Another trip from off the 15th floor The greatest story ever told Was so wrong, so wrong 'Cos you promised milk and honey With an everlasting life And we listened with our ears closed And a blindness in our eyes But we heard them as they nailed you And we saw you crucified The second coming of the Holy Ghost We need a pocketful of miracles Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet We kept his seat warm and the table set The second sitting for the Last Supper Another Guru in the money Another mantra in the mail An easy way from rags to riches God's little acre's up for sale The time is right for ressurection We think you'd better come down The church don't ring with hallelujahs You haven't been for so long So long, so long Two thousand years and he ain't shown yet We kept his seat warm and the table set The second sitting for the Last Supper @SONG: Brand New Day When you open your eyes To a brand new morning And the sun shines Above you You pull on your breeches and say Oh well, It's the start of a brand new day For birds of prey You live and learn your life away But there below, your body must go Against the grain Like an old mule train Keeps pulling hard against the Here boy, there boy The boss got you running everywhere boy 'Ya got no money and ya got less sense And you ain't going nowhere' But there below your body must go For birds of prey You live and learn your life away But there below your body must go Against the grain Like an old mule train Keeps pulling hard against the Here boy, there boy The boss got you running everywhere boy, 'Ya got no money and ya got less sense And you ain't going nowhere' But there below your body will go At the end of the day When you look around you And the sun sets Deep inside you Dust off your breeches and say 'Oh well' Say goodnight to the man in the moon The sandman's on his way @SONG: Flying Junk Oo he's a sly one He's a razamataz man He flew in from Singapore On a flying junk man Oo he's a devil Oo and the devil's gonna bring you down Oo he's a stalwart With a heavy load on He's got a finger in everyone's pie And he's got what you want Oo he's a salesman Oo and his goods are gonna bring you down He's never got the stuff If you ever come to him without money He hasn't got the time For the people who are down on their knees But if the price is right You won't be asking him where it came from Oo he's a remnant >From the swingin' sixties He pushed his load down the Kings Road To the Chelsea Potter Oo he's a snow job Oo and his shovels gonna cover you @SONG: Life Is A Minestrone I'm dancing on the White House lawn Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn Hanging round the gardens of Babylon Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up She gets more fan mail than the Pope She takes the mickey out of all my phobias Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia Life is a minestrone Served up with parmesan cheese Death is a cold Lasagne Suspended in deep freeze I'm leaning on the Tower of Pisa Had an eyeful of the tower in France I'm hanging round the gardens of Madison And the seat of learning And the flush of success Relieves a constipated mind I'm like a gourmet in a skid row diner A fitting menu for a dilettante Life is a minestrone Served up with parmesan cheese Death is a cold Lasagne Suspended in deep freeze Love is a fire of flaming brandy Upon a crepe suzette Let's get this romance cooking, honey But let us not forget Life is a minestrone Served up with parmesan cheese Death is a cold Lasagne Suspended in deep freeze @SONG: The Film Of My Love Co-starring you And co-starring me Starring us both together The film of my love Will travel the world Forever and ever and ever A back lot romance A scripted affair The screenplay a blessing from heaven We're gone with the wind On the Orient Express To join the Magnificent Seven The film of my love Will travel the world And travel the whole world over The film of my love Will travel the world Over and over and over The film of my love Will travel the world Over and over and over Over and over and over again Over and over and over A close-up of yours A long shot of mine Superimposed together I'll zoom in on you With a love that is true In cinemascope forever A clapper board kiss There's an Oscar in this A hit or a miss whatever A box office wedding A premier for two We'll be on location forever When Pathe recall The thrill of it all They'll edit us both together A legend a classic An epic of love Captured on film forever A lasting embrace That time can't erase Let them censor the wind Or the weather The film of my love Will conquer the world Forever and ever and ever The film of my love Will travel the world And travel the whole world over The film of my love Will travel the world Over and over and over The film of my love Will travel the world Over and over and over Over and over and over again Over and over and over Over and over and over Keith N. Rand rand@pelican.dbe.csiro.au CSIRO Div Biomolecular Engineering, Sydney, Australia "It isn't what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it." Dale Carnegie