Lyrics:
Emerald Caro

From where you are, you see the smoke start to arise, where they play cards. And you walk over, softly moving passed the guards. The stakes are getting

Clear the way boys The lady has arrived All you handsome fellas Please wait for me to the right Don't keep me waiting Ooh, thank you for the drink It

Three o'clock on a late Sunday morning The candles have burned to their end Found the pictures we've taken And now I'm awaken and sleep's my invisible

Little girl, just keep on waiting For that man to give you a life You keep on hoping, so this prince can save you Keep on dreaming his scandalous lie

Eh, yeah, yeah, hit 'em, ye, yeah I'm really tired of my concrete jungle Six days a week is way too much I'm gonna make the great escape Go on a little

I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday I wish that I was beachin' down on Saint Tropez Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous Pierre With diamonds

Translation: Emerald, Dear. Back It Up.

Translation: Emerald, Dear. Riviera Life.

I'm really tired of my concrete jungle Six days a week is way too much I'm gonna make The great escape Go on little getaway