Intro:
[G] [G] [G] [G]
[G]What if we went [G]to Italy, a [G]suitcase of books and [G]one bag a piece
for the [C]summer; I [C]don't speak a word of It[G]alian[G]
Ex[D]cept for Campari and s[D]oda for two, how [D]much is a lira? Y[D]es, a villa will do
[C] And a breeze,[C] in Tuscany ple[G]ase[G]
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, I can't wait for dinner,
oh I need to lie down
And refuel, out by the pool
[C]What if the ancients were l[D]azy like us
Too [Bm]blissed out to paint, to sk[Em]etch or to sculpt
[Am]Just as relaxed as the [B7]tower of Pisa
[Em] Not ever missing that [G7]old Mona Lisa
[C]What if we never got b[D]ack on the plane
As s[Bm]ummer turned colder and th[Em]en warmer again
[Am]Losing all track of the [D]passing of years
Till it [C]no longer mattered how [D]long we'd been here
[C](ins[D]trum[Bm]ental[Em])[Am][B7][C][D][D]
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 Siena skies by nothing so much as a nod,
and a sigh,
C C G.
And a wish to be always like this
[G] [G] [G] [G]
[G]What if we went [G]to Italy, a [G]suitcase of books and [G]one bag a piece
for the [C]summer; I [C]don't speak a word of It[G]alian[G]
Ex[D]cept for Campari and s[D]oda for two, how [D]much is a lira? Y[D]es, a villa will do
[C] And a breeze,[C] in Tuscany ple[G]ase[G]
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, I can't wait for dinner,
oh I need to lie down
And refuel, out by the pool
[C]What if the ancients were l[D]azy like us
Too [Bm]blissed out to paint, to sk[Em]etch or to sculpt
[Am]Just as relaxed as the [B7]tower of Pisa
[Em] Not ever missing that [G7]old Mona Lisa
[C]What if we never got b[D]ack on the plane
As s[Bm]ummer turned colder and th[Em]en warmer again
[Am]Losing all track of the [D]passing of years
Till it [C]no longer mattered how [D]long we'd been here
[C](ins[D]trum[Bm]ental[Em])[Am][B7][C][D][D]
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 Siena skies by nothing so much as a nod,
and a sigh,
C C G.
And a wish to be always like this
