If I had my way, I'd walk through that door and wander

Down the Champs Elysees, going from cafe to cabaret The way I see it, I just can't win it

Everybody's in it for their own game

You can't please them all

There's always somebody callin' you down And I do my best and I do good business

As a lot of people asking for my time

They're trying to get ahead

And try and be a good friend of mine I was a free man in Paris, I was unfettered and alive

There was nobody to call me up for favors

No one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow

But for the work I'm taking on

Stokin' the star maker machinery

Behind the popular song I deal in dreamers and telephone schemers

Lately I wonder what I do it for If I had my way, I'd walk through that door and wander

Down the Champs Elysees going from cafe to cabaret

Thinkin' how I feel when I find that very good friend of mine