Peter Sarstedt Beirut
With the green traffic light
On the wet shiny street
Hair looking like spilled crème de menthe
She stood framed by the night
A statue in white outside the blazing casino
And there stood I the complete anti hero
There stood I brilliantly alone
In Beirut that night gun shots cracked the heat
From Dan to Beshebaar with the passions running high
Many men willing to die
Now ran across the Middle East
And she was born a child of the Medina
Knowing well the back streets of the Lebanon
And Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut
From the burning hotels to the Christian citadels
Or to the Palestinian line
We were hunted like beast
Through the blood hungry feast
And by the men from Damascus
And all I wanted was my fifty thousand
Got caught up in a tragic civil war
And I've been shot in the arm by some jumpie Jean Damme
Mistaken for a terrorist
And she ran to my side
Shouting "God will provide"
They gave me a white Mercedes
I said, "What has happened to my fifty thousand?"
She smiled in the back seat of this very car
And Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut
And Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut crumbling stone by stone
Beirut
With the green traffic light on the wet shiny street
Hair looking like spilled crème de menthe
She stood framed by the night
A statue in white outside the blazing casino
And there stood I the complete anti hero
And there stood I brilliantly alone
