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