Your O.S. trip - it went just fine Rome and Paris were divine Sidewalk bars and cafes - quiche lorraine, red wine I read in between the lines The beggar children of Toledo that you said looked cute As they stared through the dust and flies I bet you felt like Jesus when you handed 'round the fruit Did you feel the hunger in their eyes? You're standing ten feet tall, you've been and seen it all On your Cook's Grand Tour of Spring With your Polaroids so shady, I'm surprised, my lady That you saw anything You swanned past the Reichstag to the Berlin Wall In chiffon - Christian Dior Gazing at the debris through electrified barbed wire So grey - what an awful bore You thought the border guards parading looked so picturesque And their goose-stepping was so surreal Did you have any conception of the blood between the stone Did you notice that their guns were real? You're standing ten feet tall, you've been and seen it all On your Cook's Grand Tour of Spring With your Polaroids so shady, I'm surprised, my lady That you saw anything The pallid youth sitting in the nightclub in Milan Ran his fingers gently down your arm With a cultivated innocence and calculated ease You fed his vanity with Campari and charm In your pensione next morning you reached out for your purse And knew twenty dollars would suffice A Latin lover's such a chic device And such a bargain at the price The demonstration met the army in Ommonia Square Ten thousand voices filled the sky The clump of rubber truncheons, jackboots in the groin The streets of Athens ran with fire It was beyond your comprehension from the Hilton poolside lounge As you stared through the clouds of mace Take comfort in your indignation, sip a Dubonnet Wish the noisy rabble knew their place The galleries were gorgeous, the postcards thirty francs On your Cook's Grand Tour of Spring With your Polaroids so shady I'm surprised, my lady That you saw anything