Lyric The Only Joy in Town

I want to paint a picture
Botticelli style
Instead of Venus on a clam
I d paint this flower child
"You are the air my flowers breathe"
He calls, and the ladies turn around
On the first day of Spring
I m looking at the only joy around

He s the only joy around
The only joy I found
The only joy in town

The Spanish steps are crowded
Bunch of bodies brooding there
Dead pan side-walk vendors
Hustling vacant stares
Making all the more exceptional
This fool in a flower crown
On the first day of Spring
I m looking at the only joy in town

He s the only joy around
The only joy I found
The only joy in town

The Botticelli black boy
With the fuchias in his hair
Is breathing in women like oxygen
On the Spanish stairs
In my youth I would have followed him
All through this terra-cotta town
On the first day of Spring
We d dance and sing
And be the only joy around

We d be the only joy around
The only joy in town
He s the only joy I ve found
All day

At night these streets are empty
Where does everybody go
Where are the brash and tender rooms
In Roman candle glow
Where are Fellini s circus
La Dolce Vita clowns
On the first day of Spring
I m looking
At the only joy in town

He s the only joy around
The only joy I found
The only joy in town