It’s 1924. 24 year old Zelda, 28 year old Scott and their contemporaries are enjoying themselves on the French Rivera.

You see them everywhere
The Yankee millionaires
They’re having so much fun it seems
As they permeate the bars
With cologne and big cigars
And the champagne flows
Like fountains from a dream

Lovely ladies
It’s tomorrow
Close your eyes now
Sleep will follow
We’ll start over
When the lights come on
And the old world shines again

Their French is not so good
But still It’s understood
The dollar has a lot to say
And every maitre d’
Is awfully pleased to see
Is awfully pleased to see - sir and madam

From the good old USA

May I say

Lovely ladies
It’s tomorrow
Close your eyes now
No more sorrow
We’ll start over
In those Paris nights
When the old world shines again