I want to paint a pictureBotticelli styleInstead of Venus on a clamI'd paint this flower child"You are the air my flowers breathe"He calls, and the ladies turn aroundOn the first day of SpringI'm looking at the only joy aroundHe's the only joy aroundThe only joy I foundThe only joy in townThe Spanish steps are crowdedBunch of bodies brooding thereDead pan side-walk vendorsHustling vacant staresMaking all the more exceptionalThis fool in a flower crownOn the first day of SpringI'm looking at the only joy in townHe's the only joy aroundThe only joy I foundThe only joy in townThe Botticelli black boyWith the fuchias in his hairIs breathing in women like oxygenOn the Spanish stairsIn my youth I would have followed himAll through this terra-cotta townOn the first day of SpringWe'd dance and singAnd be the only joy aroundWe'd be the only joy aroundThe only joy in townHe's the only joy I've foundAll dayAt night these streets are emptyWhere does everybody goWhere are the brash and tender roomsIn Roman candle glowWhere are Fellini's circus'La Dolce Vita clownsOn the first day of SpringI'm lookingAt the only joy in townHe's the only joy aroundThe only joy I foundThe only joy in town© 1988, 1991 Crazy Crow Music BMI