A Call From The Vatican

Guido, pronto

Signore Contini, telephone

Go ahead

Guido, I was lazing around my bedroom

When an idea occurred to me

I thought you might be

Wondering about Guido

Who's not wearing any clothes?

I'm not, my darling

Who's afraid to kiss your toes?

I'm not

Your mama, dear, is blowing into your ear

So you'll get her loud and clear

I need you to squeeze me here

And here and here

Is something wrong?

Um, I'm not sure, it's about my film

It's from the Vatican

Go head, mon Signore

Coochie, coochie, coochie coo

I've got a plan for what I'm gonna do to you

So hot, you're gonna steam and scream

And vibrate like a string I'm plucking

Kiss your fevered little brow,

Pinch your cheeks till you say, "Ow"

And I can hardly wait to show you how

Guido who won't care if you come to me tired and over-worked?

I won't, bambino

Who knows a therapy to beat what you can get from me?

I don't

But this will have to be enough for now

Guido, ciao

I love you, Guido