I'd rather Normandie

I'll take the hill

This salt and pepper tree

To set up on my window sill

He's sure to call on me



We'll Alameda down

Our way to Chinatown

Oh, wish me luck

I'm gonna take the train

It must be South bound

He's sure to call on me



I'll climb all the way up

To the tops of the palms

And go barrelling down

'til I'm caught in your arms



I'd rather Normandie

I'll take the hill

See from the tallest tree

That falling down is such a thrill

He's sure to call on me