Anxiously waiting and nervously watching
Steal Modigliani is all I am thinking
It's displayed so blue, it's tempting me blind
My hands twitch--oh! oh! oh! So sublime!
Evil I am, or so I must be
With theft on my mind it's all I can see
In time will be mine, liberation at hand
Deserving I am--I am! I am! I am!
Do it now! Do it quick!
My hands, my hands, my hands are thick
My body is shaking, I must sit back down
But I want it now--oh now! oh now! oh now!
Steal Modigliani, steal Modigliani, steal Modigliani
Steal Modigliani, steal Modigliani, steal Modigliani
One of the greatest portrait painters of the early 1900s,
Modigliani was an Italian-born artist who
spent most of his brief, drug-addicted life living in poverty in Paris.
There, he developed a graceful,
mannered painting style distinguished by flat masklike faces,
elongated necks and elegant linear rhythms.
When, oh when, oh when will it be?
I just have to steal this Modigliani
I'm so awound and there's no one around
So I make my way to the wall where it's bound
Fingers pry, but it's stuck all amuck
In a place, in a place, in a place where it shouldn't be!
