You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
An English lady of a certain age
You gave him children, a girl and a boy
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
And he'd say, “No, you couldn't be”
Flies down once in a while and leaves in a hurry
And he'd say, "No, you couldn't be”
"You wouldn't think that I was sixty three"
Until the light of youth became obscured
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri
You had all of your life been accustomed to
But that the socialists had taxed away from you
An English lady of a certain age
And so you come here to escape your little flat
He left the villa to his mistress in Marseilles
Well that was simply what you did in those days
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
You'd say with a conspiratorial wink
Your daughter never finished her finishing school
“You wouldn't think that I was seventy”
At Noel's parties by Lake Geneva
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
Scaling the dizzy heights of high society
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
You sipped camparis with David and Peter
Married a strange young man of whom you don't approve
And left you on your own and in the shade
And if a nice young man would buy you a drink
So that you might be kept in the style to which
Armed only with a cheque book and a family tree
Until the light of youth became obscured
An English lady of a certain age
And left you on your own and in the shade
To keep your sanity a nanny was employed
And left you all alone and in the shade
Your son's in stocks and bonds and lives back in Surrey
You had to marry someone very very rich
Until the light of youth became obscured
Hoping someone will fill your glass and let you chat about how
And when the time came they were sent away
In perfume by Chanel and clothes by Givenchy
"You wouldn't think that I was fifty three"
You chased the sun around the Cote d'Azur
Your husband's hollow heart gave out one Christmas Day
