Lyrics

I always think of magic
When I remember those days in Marseille
You were the queen of us all
We had such a ball
You'd start the party in the morning each day

You'd dress for each occasion
Your bikini was red, white & blue
In your Mustang GT
With a lemon-drop tea
You were the picture of all that was new

But you never would be
What we though you should be
And that was the very best thing
Now we always sing...

Oh Madolyn
We've given you everything
Now look at the state we're in
Oh Madolyn
It seems such a shame
That you've got to get going again

The picture in your hallway
Of a man floating free in the air
Was inspiration to me
And made me feel free
To run my fingers through your thick hair

You never needed any one besides you
When you set the stage
It was all that we could do
To believe it was true

Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright 2006 New Orphan Music