Written by Kevin Bacon Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon "A guide book for the paranoid." KB I'm in Paris, won't be here long But after all it's Paris, guess I'd better write a song It's so wonderful, so magical, so romantic Note to self to change that line, it's too pedantic But it's Paris, I've come so far I've made it all the way from the bed To my guitar You can call me doom and gloom There ain't no way I'm stepping outside the hotel room I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner A prisoner of 424 Brought a girl to Paris, she didn't like the food She said the time change was k**ing her The waiters were rude But if she was here now, she'd make this all go away
She'd say baby let's pretend we're not in Paris for the day I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner A prisoner in room 424 I should visit Saint-Germain des Pres Take a walk, down the Champs Elysees But this room is the only place to hide From the gargoyles, waiting just outside I'm in Paris, I see angels in the wall I hear Arabians running in the hall See I'm in this room and this room is who I am And if you don't like that I don't' give A good God Notre Dame I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner I'm terrified of what's outside beyond that door I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner A big strong guy like me, imagine that I'm a prisoner, I'm a prisoner A prisoner of quatre deux qua