"Viktor Borgia" lyrics

A tickled fancy
For painted Nancy
A conversation
Peace negotiation

We walk into the club
Thank the heavens above
There's a place we can go
Your eyes

Are like a present from a peasant
Oh, and I cherish them so, oh oh oh

There's patient Larry with his canary
He's here every week
On a big winning streak
Boys are raining on him

Your eyes are like a present
From a peasant, oh, and we cherish them so, oh oh