Viktor Borgia

A tickle fancy For paper Nancy A conversation Beats negotiation We walk into the club Thank the heavens above There's a place we can go Your eyes are like a present From a peasant Oh, and I cherish them so Oh, oh, oh There's patient Larry With his canary He's here every week On a big winning streak Boys are raining on him Your eyes are like a present From a peasant Oh, and he cherishes them so Oh, oh, oh