A weekend in Rome, both with no-one,
Florence, Milan, if there's time
A wop weekend, in a makeshift car,
A wop weekend, it's pouring in Paris,
Happiness, sighs, a song to laugh, a wop song
Hmmm, a wop song for a stopover.
A weekend in Rome so as to stick the bubble into your little world
to put my shaky heart into your bowl, your fish tank.
A jaunt for two, the rain, boring me stiff, the grey poisons me,
A weekend in Rome for teh good life
And for fun, as we are young.
A wop weekend, to rediscover smiles
I prefer to say, I havent lost my cool
Hmmm, I haven't lost mt cool.
Oh I'd like, I'd like, I'd like to stick the bubble into your little world,
to put my shaky heart into your bowl, into your fish tank.
The wind in one's hair, dear, speeds the radio up and makes it louder,
Hmmm, the night, the night, hmmm the night, the night
Hmmm, a wop song for a stopover.
Oh I'd like, I'd like, I'd like to stick the bubble into your little world
and hang out with you who are not like anyone else.
The night, the night, the wind in on's hair, the night, the night, dear
The night, the night, it speeds the radio up and makes it louder.
The night, the night, hmmm, the night, the night
The night, the night, hmmm, the night, the night, the night, the night,
The night, he night, the night, the night.