Valentino Of Valentine’s Day

When the fourteenth sun of every February rises My body explodes my blood boils over, As I become once again... begin the beguine Valentino, I quietly tip toe from the bedroom To climb the ladder for time umpteenth, To the dusty cobwebbed attic for There lies my trusty Spanish guitar. I strut back to the boudoir With a red tie around my head, I strum the strings Paso dobla fied and Tap the casing, Rat a Tat Tat, Rat a Tat Tat, Then…Oh my God I see myself In the mirror, A sight for sore eyes, Naked with a guitar Placed In the right place. I look like a shoe without a lace Valentino needs some vino, But wait I hear clapping and laughing, My Valentine is happy, shouting ‘You are the best living card on earth...come, The best Valentino on the planet Olay”, Boy oh boy I made our day!