brilliant
sunrise,
fascination sparks,
it's gonna be a good day.
duomo silhouette over my balcony,
and mornin's callin me.
shadows urgin'
light across those cafe walls,
i take my coffee black:
like my coffee black.
"mornin,
blu eyes,"
"mornin, sweetheart,"
you rubberband right back.
cypress green,
little lean queens curtsy the hillside.
forward my best foot,
i'll make my way...
think i'll go and play
about that hillside.
ridin miles o'
wine country,
purple lips,
i take my vino red:
like my wine red.
"here's to
you, blu eyes,"
"no, no...here's to you, sweetheart."
"hell, here's to us instead."
"here's to here instead."
this place is
oh, so delicious.
eat this mountain,
drink this fountain,
spread the sunset on my toast.
think i'll stay
out all night by the river arno,
singin joni,
whistlin' dixie,
smokin marlboro.
whaddya know,
sun's comin' back around...
"mornin,
blu eyes,"
"buon giorno, sweetheart,"
it rubberbands right back.
throwin stones
off rialto bridge,
white emporer of venice .
and i'm findin it hard findin my way home,
'cause i rubberband right back.