Dm          A/C#         F/C               G/B
Oscar Wilde died in bed, several floors a- bove my head
Dm              A/C#           F/C           G/B
Living well be- yond his means in that crazy Paris scene
Dm                 A/C#             F/C             G/B
Rain falls down in sheets so clear, and no one ever calls me here
Dm               A/C#                 F/C           G/B
Traveling by my- self these days, I'm into jazz and felt berets

A                             Dm
Far from the that old eastern shore
A                           D
Searching for strange meta- phors

D            D/F# G          A         D       D/F# G A
I don't want to be another victim of fashion
    D            D/F#      G           A              D D/F# G A
No, I don't want to see my name in the paper each day
             D                 D/F#         G            A            D       D/F# G A
Hey, you can leave that to the young Turks, they're more handsome and dashing
D          D/F#  G                A
Posing for papa- razzi's down La- guna way

    D           D/F#     G              A        D        D/F# G A
Now down in the metro, I feel the world start to multiply
          D      D/F#                  G       A      D       D/F# G A
Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subter- ranean lullaby
       D       D/F#       G          A                 D        D/F#     G A
Met an African prancer, a hemisphere dancer, spied the ghost of Brassens
   D             D/F#      G             A           D
We smiled at the secret we shared, and I hid it like contraband ---

        G                                    D
Quietly making noise, (Quietly making noise) starts with kindergarten toys
G                          D
Not too soft not too loud, just enough to draw a crowd
A                                D
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise

D            D/F#         G         A            D      D/F# G A
Followed the beat, hey, I found my- self in this patois spot
D         D/F#         G           A          D         D/F# G A
Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot
            D              D/F#          G   A                D          D/F# G A
Zouk songs, rubber thongs, sing-a-longs, the words flew right by my face
         D          D/F#       G            A               D
You know rhythm and motions, a blamma jamma potion you can- not erase ---

        G                                    D
Quietly making noise, (Quietlt making noise) pissin' off the old killjoys
G                               D
Glass packs on a hot Mustang, a Telecaster with a twang
A                                D
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise, yes

D           D/F#        G           A                D      D/F# G A
Singers and writers and poets, have flocked here for centu- ries
    D       D/F#     G          A            D     D/F# G A
The city of light is built upon mountains of memo- ries
         D          D/F#       G A                  D    D/F#      G    A
Baritone saxophone, monotones, speak of the voice I've heard be- fore
       D           D/F#        G         A            D
E|t's| a lasting im- pression, a Gypsy ex- pression you cannot ignore ---

              G                                    D
We're quietly making noise, (quietly making noise) starts with kindergarten toys
G                           D
Not too soft, not too loud, just enough to draw a crowd
A                                D
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise

                    G                                     D
Yeah, we're quietly making noise, (Quietly) making noise, pissin' off the old kill-joys
G                           D
Not too soft, not too loud, just enough to draw a crowd
      A
We're quietly, quietly, quietly, quietly, quietly, quietly
                                 D
Quietly, quietly, quietly making noise, that's right, oh yeah
G A                            D
A whole lot of beautiful noise

Spoken
            G                                A                 D
Oh, come on children, play those, play those kindergarten toys
                               G A          D                            G A D
Everybody's a drummer tonight, all right, let it ring now, let it ring -----