Well here's a little story from yesterday
When I was living in Paris in France
I was asked one day if I'd like to play
Some tunes at a private dance.
So I took my good old Jap guitar
To a flat off the Champs Elysée
What happened that night
Is as clear and bright
As if it happened yesterday.

I was strumming away and singing my songs
Like a regular one-man band
They were drinking and a-flirting and a-singing along
When things got a little out of hand
Someone said 'A poil!'- that was the call
To take off all the clothes they had worn
They shed their pants as they danced until one and all
Were naked as the day that they were born.
There were couples on the floor
Wall-to-wall amour
But the band played on
There was moaning, groaning, neighbours phoning
But the band played on
Someone tried to cop a feel
I used my guitar as a shield
She was coming on a little too strong
I was all on my own at a high-tone orgy
But the band played on

Well it's fine being young and wild and free
But soon you'll find you want a little more
So I woke one day with a family
First two, then three, then four.
The family grew and so did the noise
Until the fact of the matter was plain
A man and a woman and a girl and a boy
Can make a noise like a hurricane.

I was living with my kin in the tin of sardines
We called the family home
From the twos to the teens and the years in-between
I could never ever be alone.
I was dad going mad with nowhere to turn
At the end of my tether, I suppose.
Then I remembered the lesson that I once learned
At a party when I wore no clothes.
(Now there was)
Trouble in the kitchen
Brawlin', bitchin'
But the band played on
There were tempers flaring, TV blaring
But the band played on
Guinea pigs, screamin' kids, did you hear what the teacher did?
Try to keep on smiling all along
While I cared for my dear little nuclear fam'ly
The band played on.

Well, the years flew by, it's the same old story
Like you're told, getting old is a bitch
One time, you're in your prime and you're driving for glory
The next you're in the bottom of a ditch
Lost my youth, lost my brain, lost my hair down the drain,
I've been losing bits of me along the way
But when I get to wait at those pearly gates
There'll be just one thing I can say.
Through the wind and the rain
And the trouble and the pain.
The band played on.
Flying, crashing, losing all my cash-in
The band played on
Buy and sell, kiss and tell, round and round the carousel
'Cos life's just a crazy carry-on
Right or wrong
I sang my song
And the band played on

Right or wrong
I sang my song
And the band played on