《Michaelangelo》歌词

[00:00:00] Michaelangelo - Slapp Happy

[00:00:00] Lying back to paint upon the ceiling

[00:00:03] No he never uses black just the colours of his feelings

[00:00:07] He delineates saints on a sepia ground

[00:00:11] His tamper like his paints is albumen bound

[00:00:15] Work and toil well he ain't no dilettante

[00:00:18] He conceives in oil and Vatican Chianti

[00:00:37] The rumour's out his hobby is dissection

[00:00:39] And there ain't no doubt he knows the body to perfection

[00:00:51] Fourteen lines that's what makes a sonnet

[00:00:54] It even rhymes

[00:00:56] Buonarroti's working on it

[00:01:05] Through the streets stricken by the urchins

[00:01:09] Wrapped in sheets round the town he's lurching

[00:01:12] Lurching to the church heavy with a vision

[00:01:16] Continuing his search though they come with their derision

[00:01:19] All his works you just gotta see 'em

[00:01:23] Ask the clerks at your neighborhood museum

[00:01:41] Pope's on the phone calling Buonarroti

[00:01:44] But he's not home he's gone a little potty

[00:01:56] He's off again waving paints and brushes

[00:01:59] Round the bend to wind up in the rushes