Vintage Red
 Jay Jay Pistolet

 You're a vintage red
 Beef well-fed
 You're the Tuscan sun
 You're the only one
 But all I really want, you see
 Is to know you through to some degree

 You're the mountain air
 All things fair
 You are Portofino, San Marino
 Monte Carle, Grand Casino
 But all I really want, you know
 Is to know you through and take it slow for a while
 Ah~

 You are everything to me
 The last decree, the guarantee
 And I would go back underground
 If ever you were not around

 You're a cashmere sweater
 Handwritten letter
 You are blonde on blonde
 But a whole lot better
 And all I really want from you
 Is a big of time where time is due

 You're damn good read
 I think we're all agreed
 That there is not a word in any verse that you do not exceed
 So all I think that's left to say
 Is you ain't half bad, hell, you're okay to me
 Ah~

 You are everything to me
 The last decree, the guarantee
 And I would go back underground
 If ever you were not around

 You are everything to me
 The last decree, the guarantee
 And I would go back underground
 If ever you were not around

 You are everything to me
 The last decree, the guarantee
 And I would go back underground
 If ever you were not around