Bologna

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Bologna cries out to me
And the song it sings is one of gaeity
Oh! To wander the cobbled streets, so
While scoffing ice cream in The Jewish ghetto
Maybe, just maybe, in Palazzo Melvezzi, Bologna
I might fall in love with an Italian “babe” who went by the name of Sonia
Bologna, Bologna, a shopper’s paradise
To return home with a “Bowie” vinyl would be nice
Meanwhile me and Sonia heading for Museo Morandi
Looking sensational, i fear, in designer gear, on her “Ducati”
Having fun
In the sun
Bologna, Bologna, calls out to me
And the song it sings is the song of the free

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