What if we went to Italy   A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer   I don't speak a word of Italian   Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire   Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please      What if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy   It wouldn't be too much of a strain   Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around   Can't wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down   And refuel, out by the pool      What if the ancients were lazy like us   Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt   Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa   Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa      What if we never got back on the plane   As summer turned colder and then warmer again   Losing all track of the passing of years   Till it no longer mattered how long we'd been here      What if we went to Italy   Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer   I still can't speak any Italian   But words are replaced under Siennese skies   By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this