Josephine Baker

I was watching TV late last night

And a scene transported me

Long gone figures came back to life

In a documentary

Though I saw them dance for joy

I was sad I missed that show

If I had a time machine

I know just where I'd go

I was born too late to see Josephine Baker

Dancing in a Paris cabaret

Born too late to see Josephine Baker

She must have been great in her heyday

Now some they stand out from a crowd

Even at an early age

I suppose that her call was loud

'Cause she just lit up the stage

You can put on all that gloss

And still not have to feel

What's inside will come across

And only real is real

I was born too late to see Josephine Baker

Dancing in a Paris cabaret

Born too late to see Josephine Baker

She must have been great in her heyday

I'm sometimes trapped by the close confines

Of the age I'm born into

Though there were others worse than mine

Well I miss what I can't do

Join the feast of Ancient Greece

See Alexander's Library

Maybe clink a champagne toast

With a jazz age dancing queen

I was born too late to see Josephine Baker

Dancing in a Paris cabaret

Born too late to see Josephine Baker

She must have been great in her heyday

In black and white film you can't mistake her

She must have been great in her heyday