Where Is The Life That Late I Led

Since I reached the charming age of puberty
And began to finger feminine curls
Like a show that's typically Shuberty
I have always a multitude of girls
But now that a married man, at last, am I
How aware of my dear, departed past am I.

Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind.

A married life may all be well
But raising an heir
Could never compare
With raising a bit of hell
So I repeat what first I said
Where is the life that late I led?

In dear Milano, where are you, Momo
Still selling those pictures of the Scriptures in the Duomo?
And, Carolina, where are you, Lina
Still peddling your pizza in the streets o' Taormina?
And in Firenze, where are you, Alice
Still there in your pretty, itty-bitty Pitti Palace?
And sweet Lucretia, so young and gay-ee?
What scandalous doin's in the ruins of Pompeii!

Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind.

The marriage game is quite all right
Yes, during the day
It's easy to play
But, oh, what a bore at night
So I repeat what first I said
Where is the life that late I?

Where is Rebecca, my Becki-weckio
Again is she cruising that amusing Ponte Vecchio?
Where is Fedora, the wild virago?
It's lucky I missed her gangster sister from Chicago
Where is Venetia, who loved to chat so
Could still she be drinkin' in her stinkin' pink palazzo?
And lovely Lisa, where are you, Lisa?
You gave a new meaning to the leaning tow'r of Pisa.

Where is the life that late I led?
Where is it now? Totally dead
Where is the fun I used to find?
Where has it gone? Gone with the wind.

I've oft been told of nuptial bliss
But what do you do
A quarter to two
With only a shrew to kiss?
So I repeat what first I said
Where is the life that late I led?