| I'm dancing on the White House lawn | |
| Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn | |
| Hanging round the gardens of Babylon | |
| Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up | |
| She gets more fan mail than the Pope | |
| She takes the mickey out of all my phobias | |
| Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia | |
| Life is a minestrone | |
| Served up with parmesan cheese | |
| Death is a cold Lasagne | |
| Suspended in deep freeze | |
| I'm leaning on the Tower of Pisa | |
| Had an eyeful of the tower in France | |
| I'm hanging round the gardens of Madison | |
| And the seat of learning | |
| And the flush of success | |
| Relieves a constipated mind | |
| I'm like a gourmet in a skid row diner | |
| A fitting menu for a dilettante | |
| Life is a minestrone | |
| Served up with parmesan cheese | |
| Death is a cold Lasagne | |
| Suspended in deep freeze | |
| Love is a fire of flaming brandy | |
| Upon a crepe suzette | |
| Let's get this romance cooking, honey | |
| But let us not forget | |
| Life is a minestrone | |
| Served up with parmesan cheese | |
| Death is a cold Lasagne | |
| Suspended in deep freeze |