Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paolo, artist - Momus.
Date of issue: 31.12.1965
Song language: English
Paolo |
Paolo why do your lovers caress in the bows of round-bellied boats? |
Who is Sara, the girl with the stained-glass face? |
What is he thinking, the man in the spectacles under the blood red cliffs? |
Where was he when Juventus won their aways? |
In America how did your blue-collar brother |
Balance his lunch on a skyscraper girder? |
How did he feel when Angela spat in his face? |
Is the washing still flapping all night behind buildings |
Where car factory workers are dreaming of fig trees and marble? |
Paolo where is the teacher’s fiancee while he floats in Genoa docks? |
What’s the first word that comes into your head when I say 'lemon ice-cream'? |
Who shared red wine and a kilo of salad there in the back of your Fiat 500? |
What does 'cantautore' really mean? |
Is the washing still flapping all night behind buildings |
Where car factory workers are dreaming of fountains and tortoiseshell? |
Paolo Conte, tell me did Gramsci drink aniseed here in Cafe Garibaldi? |
If trains had hands would they run them through their hair? |
And all these officials in white painted offices playing with executive toys |
How should they punish their wives who are having affairs? |
Is the washing still flapping all night behind buildings |
Where car factory workers are dreaming of foxgloves and incubae? |
Paolo how shall we pass all the hours that stretch between lunchtime and autumn? |
Why does the smell of expresso remind you of prowling for girls at the forum? |
Are the labels on Turkish cigars secret messages from the Byzantine Empire? |
Which are the saunas most favoured by singers in the soft rock idiom? |
Is the washing still flapping all night behind buildings |
Where car factory workers are dreaming of beehives and newspapers? |
Paolo along Via Giulia once I saw breasts in a chink between shutters |
While the burglar alarms were screaming insanely like Toscanini prima donnas |
And the windows blew shut and I saw my reflection had the eyes of an unborn |
daughter |
And the lightning was forking lazily over the dome of St Peter’s |
Is the washing still flapping all night behind buildings |
Where car factory workers are dreaming of pine cones and mortar fire? |
Is the washing still flapping all night behind buildings |
Where car factory workers are dreaming of pine cones and tortoiseshell? |
Gang awa hame ye scallywag |
Gang awa hame yerseil |
Gang awa hame Deacon Brodie |
Dancin wi the Diel |
The night was your day |
The bulb was your sun |
Your love was so deep |
You turned two to one |
The night was your day |
The bulb was your sun |
Your love was so deep |
You turned two to one |
The night was your day |
The bulb was your sun |
Your love was so deep |