Caruso

<br>no, i`m not myself today.<br>je suis salome.... i am romantic<br>je suis apollo.... i am gigantic<br>hey! stronzo,<br>i`m standing next to you in the supermarket<br>yeah! you are obvious. i am oblivious<br><br>salome, apollo, in technicolour<br>i walked on the moon to touch the stars,<br>a legend in my lifetime.<br>oh momma! my rosa! from an early age<br>i was used and abused, no more those bad reviews<br>take me back to `72 my coo ca choo,<br>oh! ignorance was bliss,<br>spunk-a-flow, to the joy of my first kiss <br><br>i`m not me.... i`m not me.... i`m not me.... not me....<br>non sono io! <br><br>oh mi lord, i`m so bored, what`s on the t.v.?<br>do we really need these pissy pop stars<br>when there`s not enough of me!<br>oh dada, my dali, un chen de lou lou....<br>i am the art in your party,<br>not a twist cap sniffing bore.<br>it`s tough in the queue, it`s as unto a platform shoe,<br>oh! trampled underfoot,<br>i`m fred astaire, i face the music and dance. <br><br>i`m not me.... i`m not me.... i`m not me.... not me....<br>no i`m not myself....today <br><br>oh glorioso deliver us not into frustration <br><br>salome, apollo, in technicolour,<br>i walked on the moon to touch the stars.<br>hey stronzo.... ancora! <br><br>i`m not me.... i`m not me.... i`m not me.... not me....<br>non sono io!<br>heave ho.... heave ho.... <br><br>leonardo! marlon brando! machiavelli!<br>and bertolt`s belly!<br>a millionaire with curly hair, i`m your burning empire. <br><br>greta garbo! andy warhol! and his jam-roll!<br>nero plays his violin, seezer his accordian <br><br>i`m sitting in the bathtub watching the dirty water<br>swirl down the plughole.... and on my stereo....<br>....is caruso.