What if we went to Italy A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer? I don't speak a word of Italian Except for Campari and soda for two How much is a Lire? Yes, a villa will do And a breeze in Tuscany please What if we spent all of our days Improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy It wouldn't be too much of a strain Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around Can't wait for dinner; oh, I need to lie down
And refuel out by the pool What if the ancients were lazy like us Too blissed-out to paint, to sketch, or to sculpt Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa What if we never got back on the plane As summer turned colder and then warmer again Losing all track of the pa**ing of years Till it no longer mattered how long we'd been here