I'd rather Normandie 
I'll take the hill 
This salt and pepper tree 
To set up on my window sill 
He's sure to call on me 

We'll Alameda down 
Our way to Chinatown 
Oh, wish me luck 
I'm gonna take the train 
It must be South bound 
He's sure to call on me 

I'll climb all the way up 
To the tops of the palms 
And go barrelling down 
'til I'm caught in your arms 

I'd rather Normandie 
I'll take the hill 
See from the tallest tree 
That falling down is such a thrill 
He's sure to call on me