They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Witch a pink hotel, a botique
And a swinging hot spot
Don´t it always seem to go
That you don´t know what you´ve got
Till it´s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
They took all the trees
And put them in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see ´em
Don´t it always seem to go
That you don´t know what you´ve got
Till it´s gone
The paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Hey farmer farmer
Put away that D.D.T. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don´t it always seem to go
That you don´t know what you´ve got
Till it´s gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
Late last night
I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi
Took away my old man
Don´t it always seem to go
That you don´t know what you´ve got
Till it´s gon
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
(Text+Music by Joni Mitchell)