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It's a chilly Florentine evening | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|The People's Limousine}}</noinclude> | ||
It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening hats<br> | |||
Telling tales of the underground and | Telling tales of the underground and fishing for rats<br> | ||
fishing for | Policemen armed with Uzis stand guard but they don't speak<br> | ||
Policemen armed with Uzis | Ain't seen no Michelangelo, he'll be here next week<br> | ||
stand guard but they don't speak | <br> | ||
Ain't seen no | The girl in shoes with crystal heels is chaperoned by her brother<br> | ||
he'll be here next week | They raise a glass of amber wine, take pictures of each other<br> | ||
The girl in | Of the policemen in the fountains and the sickle and the hammer<br> | ||
with | And they came with Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera<br> | ||
They raise a glass of amber wine | <br> | ||
take pictures of each other | She looked like someone's girlfriend<br> | ||
She looked like a dream<br> | |||
and the sickle and the hammer | She looked as unlikely<br> | ||
As the people's limousine<br> | |||
with his walking cane and camera | <br> | ||
She looked like someone's girlfriend | Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you<br> | ||
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes 'for I tell your father of you<br> | |||
He paid to have you painted in the company of angels<br> | |||
Only to find you flirting anew with Chico Marx and perverted Engels<br> | |||
Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you | <br> | ||
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes for I | She looked like someone's girlfriend<br> | ||
He paid to have you painted in the company of angels | She looked like a dream<br> | ||
Only to find you flirting anew with Chico Marx and perverted Engels | She looked as unlikely<br> | ||
The patron saint of television smiles down from the shelf | As the people's limousine<br> | ||
Romulus can't criticize but he can't bless himself | <br> | ||
He has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black tape | The patron saint of television smiles down from the shelf<br> | ||
To vandalize these obscenities then make his escape | Romulus can't criticize but he can't bless himself<br> | ||
She walked up to the nice policeman and asked him for a match | He has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black tape<br> | ||
He saw Romulus approaching and slipped off the safety catch | To vandalize these obscenities then make his escape<br> | ||
Then cut down her uncle, he was painted red and green | <br> | ||
Just as she was kidnapped in the people's limousine | She walked up to the nice policeman and asked him for a match<br> | ||
He saw Romulus approaching and slipped off the safety catch<br> | |||
Then cut down her uncle, he was painted red and green<br> | |||
Just as she was kidnapped in the people's limousine<br> | |||
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She looked like someone's girlfriend<br> | |||
She looked like a dream<br> | |||
She looked so unlikely<br> | |||
In the people's limousine<br> | |||
Latest revision as of 23:06, 18 May 2009
The People's Limousine
It's a chilly Florentine evening, two men in evening hats
Telling tales of the underground and fishing for rats
Policemen armed with Uzis stand guard but they don't speak
Ain't seen no Michelangelo, he'll be here next week
The girl in shoes with crystal heels is chaperoned by her brother
They raise a glass of amber wine, take pictures of each other
Of the policemen in the fountains and the sickle and the hammer
And they came with Uncle Romulus with his walking cane and camera
She looked like someone's girlfriend
She looked like a dream
She looked as unlikely
As the people's limousine
Come and sit by me, girl, before I breathe the breath out of you
Hush your mouth and cover your eyes 'for I tell your father of you
He paid to have you painted in the company of angels
Only to find you flirting anew with Chico Marx and perverted Engels
She looked like someone's girlfriend
She looked like a dream
She looked as unlikely
As the people's limousine
The patron saint of television smiles down from the shelf
Romulus can't criticize but he can't bless himself
He has a tin of pea-green paint and a big roll of black tape
To vandalize these obscenities then make his escape
She walked up to the nice policeman and asked him for a match
He saw Romulus approaching and slipped off the safety catch
Then cut down her uncle, he was painted red and green
Just as she was kidnapped in the people's limousine
She looked like someone's girlfriend
She looked like a dream
She looked so unlikely
In the people's limousine
