Straight past the orange grove,
keep the shadows at your back
Then the evening falls to
find the angle of the breeze
14 people speak in Japanese
Now I know your feelings,
but your story will be told
Till you hardly know your name
From those agents of miscreants
Once past the orange grove,
Tell me all that you want,
Now you love the evening,
and you love the summer evening
Here at the Lido, you'll find it so discreet
So drink with the model and the man
They're both lost to the underworld
You'll never meet someone
There's no doubt, push the boat out
and sat beneath a dragon tree
You'll never meet someone you love
Re arrange your point of view
Come the buffalo with the mortar rats
They hide behind their shades
and rarely tip their hats
With cash in the envelope, your fiancé
This is love, this is gold,
you'll never meet someone you love
Sat beneath a dragon tree