The mornin' sun touched lightly

On the eyes of Lucy Jordan

In her white suburban bedroom

In her white suburban town

As she lay there, neath the covers

Dreamin of a thousand lovers'

Til the world turned orange

And the room went spinnin' round

At the age of thirty-seven

She realised she'd never ride

Through Paris in a sportscar

With the warm wind in her hair

And she let the phone keep ringing

As she sat there softly singin'

Pretty nurs'ry rhymes she'd memorised

In her daddy's easy chair


Her husband he was off to work

And the kids were off to school

And there were on so many ways

For her to spend the day

She could clean the house for hours

Or rearrange the flowers

Or run naked down the shady street

Screamin' all the way


The evenin' sun touched gently on

The eyes of Lucy Jordan

On the rooftop where she climbed

When all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtseyed to the man

Who reached and offered her his hand

And led her down to the long white car

That waited past the crowd