Old Mr. Baker sipping coffee with his paper
While Lady McCann wore different shoes again
Sitting on the bus the two were just thinking
Of their love long ago
Old Mr. Baker received his draft papers
With a conscience clean at eighteen
Serving out his time and without knowing why
He moved alone to Paris, France
While Lady McCann had run away again
And thats where she grabbed different shoes
She always needed a place that she could breathe in
So she went alone to Paris, France
This all happened on a Thursday
And it had rained the day before
A quick remark about a painting
Led them to what they were headed for
They met in a cafe where Baker met the mademoiselle
And thats where they both fell in love
In a year they married and soon after she carried
Their baby girl Linda Marie
Old Mr. Baker worked overtime to pay her
Every want and every need
And Lady McCann was carrying again
And soon enough the house was full
This all happened on a Thursday
And it had rained the day before
A quick remark about a painting
Led them to what they were headed for
They grew up in a hurry and left the house in a scurry
With Mom and Dad turning grey
With the house all empty and yeah those years were plenty
They found their love once again
Old Mr. Baker sipping coffee with his paper
Holds Lady's hand whenever he can
And Old Lady McCann wore different shoes again
And so they lived happily on
This all happened on a Thursday
And it had rained the day before
A quick remark about a painting
Led them to what they were headed for