text: The way I see it,” he said
  “You just can’t win it
  Everybody’s in it for their own gain
  You can’t please them all
  There’s always somebody calling you down
  I do my best and I do good business
  There’s a lot of people asking for my time
  They’re trying to get ahead
  They’re trying to be a good friend of mine
  But I was a free man in Paris
  I felt unfettered and alive
  There was nobody calling me up for favors
  And no one’s future to decide
  You know I’d go back there tomorrow
  But for the work I’ve taken on
  Stoking the star maker machinery
  Behind the popular song
  I deal in dreamers
  And telephone screamers
  Lately I wonder what I do it for
  If l had my way
  I’d just walk through those doors
  And wander down the Champs Elysees
  Going cafe to cabaret
  Thinking how I’ll feel when I find
  That very good friend of mine
  I was a free man in Paris
  I felt unfettered and alive
  Nobody was calling me up for favors
  No one’s future to decide
  You know I’d go back there tomorrow
  But for the work I’ve taken on
  Stoking the star maker machinery
  Behind the popular song