Mr Bellini

Kilbey/Kearns

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Lyrics (unofficial)

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Was a lazy holiday, Tuscany
When I first met Mr Bellini
Dressed in a white crumpled linen suit
Sipping on a fruit drink

His Fiat was purring in the street
He said, "Young man can I offer you the passenger seat?"
"Would you like to come around with me?"
Said Mr Bellini

And we all
We all drift along
And we all
We all drift along

He had a strange little house in a river channel
He made me some tea, peppermint and fennel
We sat there watching the reeds and rushes bend
I thought that moment would never, never end

I thought the world was full of crowns
And every king seemed upside-down
Nothing I had, and nothing I had would ever please me
"That's life," said Mr Bellini

And we all
We all drift along
And we all
We all drift along

He pulled up a chair, he pulled up a mix
He opened up his bag of tricks
He had a Ouija board, a divining rod
He had tobacco and a little statue of a Roman god
God, that's odd

"Wait a minute," I said, "what's this all gotta do with me?"
"My, my, you're impatient aren't ya," said Mr Bellini

And we all
We all drift along
And we all
We all drift along

And we all
We all drift along
And we all
We all drift along