| Since I reached the charming age of puberty
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| And began to think of feminine curls
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| Like a show that’s typically Shuberty
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| I have always had a multitude of girls
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| But now that a married man at last am I
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| How aware of my dear departed past am I
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| Where is the life that late I led?
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| Where is it now? |
| Totally dead!
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| Where is the fun I used to find?
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| Where has it gone? |
| Gone with the wind!
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| A married life may all be well
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| But raising an heir
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| Could never compare
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| With raising a bit of hell
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| So I repeat what first I said
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| Where is the life that late I…
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| (Bridge 1)
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| In dear Milano, where are you Momo?
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| Still selling those pictures
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| Of the Scriptures
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| In the Duomo?
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| And Carolina, where are you, 'lina?
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| Still peddling your pizza
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| In the streets-a
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| Taormina?
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| And in Firenze, where are you Alice?
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| Still there in your pretty
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| Itty-bitty pity
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| Palace?
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| And sweet Lucretia, so young and gay
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| What scandalous doings
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| In the ruins
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| Of Pompeii
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| Where is the life that late I led?
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| Where is it now? |
| Totally dead!
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| Where is the fun I used to find?
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| Where has it gone? |
| Gone with the wind!
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| The marriage game is quite all right
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| Yes during the day
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| It’s easy to play
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| But oh what a bore at night
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| So I repeat what first I said
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| Where is the life that late I…
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| (Bridge 2)
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| Where is Rebecca? |
| My Becky-wecky-oh
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| Could still she be cruising
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| That amusing
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| Ponte Vecchio?
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| Where is Fedora, the wild virago?
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| It’s lucky I missed her
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| Gangster sister
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| From Chicago
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| Where is Venetia, who loved to chat so?
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| Could still she be drinking
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| In her stinking
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| Pink palazzo?
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| And lovely Lisa, where are you Lisa?
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| You gave a new meaning
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| To the Leaning
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| Tower of Pisa
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| Where is the life that late I led?
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| Where is it now? |
| Totally dead!
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| Where is the fun I used to find?
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| Where has it gone? |
| Gone with the wind!
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| I’ve oft been told of nuptial bliss
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| But what do you do
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| At quarter to two
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| With only a shrew to kiss?
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| So I repeat what first I said
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| Where is the life that late I led |