Scene Seven
Where’s mine?
Where’s my villa by the
sea
Which has every luxury
Like a room where I can
pee---
Where’s mine?
Where’s mine?
Where's the lamb, the
pork, the peas?
Where's the wine, the
fruit, the cheese?
So I can throw them up
at ease.
Where’s mine?
Where are my furs and
leathers?
Clothes make the man;
Where are my peacock
feathers
Which all my slaves use
as a fan
The moment I settle on
my divan?
A life of ease
Is easy
And suits me just fine!
So where’s mine?
Where’s mine?
Where’s mine?
Where’s mine?
Where's the lamb, the
pork, the peas?
Where's the wine, the
fruit, the cheese?
So I can throw them up
at ease.
Where’s mine?
Where are my furs and
leathers?
Clothes make the man;
Where are my peacock
feathers
Which all my slaves use
as a fan
The moment I settle on
my divan?
A life of ease
Is easy
And suits me just fine!
So where’s mine?
Where’s mine?
Where’s mine?