Wounded In Action - Latin Quarter

You kept me all night talking

Equal rights for us and them

Then I heard you sold the sequal rights

To the head of M.G.M

Your care for your profession

And for honesty and trust

So how come these party crumbs here

Come from England’s upper crust?

Empty windows, empty windows in the snow

How come it’s winter, winter everywhere you go?

D’you think I needed, did you think that I needed to be hurt?

Wounded in action, were you hoping I’d desert?

What was common in our background

Was this game of 'Let's pretend'

When the hosts swooped from Rebacca

There was nothing left to mend

Oh, how could you find this easy?

And how could you be so hard?

Should have seen those extra clauses

Added to your party card

Ah, wounded, wounded isn’t dead

Maybe I’m colder now not in heart

But in my head

Wounded, wounded and alone

I hear 'The Last Post'

On a tenor saxophone