Guido, pronto   Signore Contini, telephone   Go ahead      Guido, I was lazing around my bedroom   When an idea occurred to me   I thought you might be   Wondering about Guido      Who's not wearing any clothes?   I'm not, my darling   Who's afraid to kiss your toes?   I'm not      Your mama, dear, is blowing into your ear   So you'll get her loud and clear   I need you to squeeze me here   And here and here      Is something wrong?   Um, I'm not sure, it's about my film   It's from the Vatican   Go head, mon Signore      Coochie, coochie, coochie coo   I've got a plan for what I'm gonna do to you   So hot, you're gonna steam and scream   And vibrate like a string I'm plucking      Kiss your fevered little brow,   Pinch your cheeks till you say, "Ow"   And I can hardly wait to show you how      Guido who won't care if you come to me tired and over-worked?   I won't, bambino   Who knows a therapy to beat what you can get from me?   I don't      But this will have to be enough for now   Guido, ciao   I love you, Guido