The men in white coats are coming to get me.

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It’s the end of October The summer is over The streets are much colder The cafés are warmer Rome is just rising Young David’s surmising That ladies past midnight Are too enterprising So jealousy burns In the heart of the boy When his brother sins With a devilish ploy So he gathers the ladies As midnight approaches To love them and paint them And feed them cockroaches His cousin Bamboo Leads the way To the loo And abandons him there At the top of the stair And The people all stare When he pulls on the chain And no rainbow appears For the water’s not rain And the daylight abandons the graveyard.