I'm in Paris, won't be here long

But after all it's Paris, guess I'd better write a song

It's so wonderful, so magical, so romantic

Note to self to change that line, it's too pedantic



But it's Paris, I've come so far

I've made it all the way from the bed

To my guitar

You can call me doom and gloom

There ain't no way I'm stepping outside the hotel room



I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner

I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner

A prisoner of 424



Brought a girl to Paris, she didn't like the food

She said the time change was killing her

The waiters were rude

But if she was here now, she'd make this all go away

She'd say baby let's pretend we're not in Paris for the day



I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner

I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner

A prisoner in room 424



I should visit Saint-Germain des Pres

AND i should take a walk down the Chans Elysees

But this room is the only place to hide

From the gargoyles, waiting just outside



I'm in Paris, I see angels in the wall

I hear Arabians running in the hall

See I'm in this room and this room is who I am

And if you don't like that I don't' give

A good God Notre Dame



I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner

I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner

A big strong guy like me, imagine that

I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner

A prisoner of quatre deux quatre