I met her out in Paris, France,
in a bar where I took a glance,
and standing nearby, just by chance,
I saw her dance, I saw her dance.
Some kids have gone to Sunday camp,
they’ve lit a fire, and lit a lamp,
it’s rained for days, their field’s a swamp,
It’s very damp, it’s very damp!
Spring flowers have faded away,
yellow’s gone ’til another day,
leaves on the trees are in full sway.
It must be May! It must be May!