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