A Call from the Vatican

Guido
 Pronto
 Signore Contini. Telephone. Go ahead
 Guido
 
 I was lazing around my bedroom
 When an idea occured to me I thought you might be
 Wondering about
 Guido
 Who's not wearing any clothes?
 I'm not, my darling
 Who's afraid to kiss your toes?
 I'm not
 Your mama, dear, is blowing into your ear
 So you'll get her loud and clear
 I need you to squeeze me here
 And here
 And here
 Is something wrong?
 Um, I'm not sure yet. It's about my film. It's from the Vatican
 Go head, monsignore
 Coochie coochie coochie coo
 I've got a plan for what I'm gonna do to you
 So hot!
 You're gonna steam and scream
 And vibrate like a string I'm plucking
 Kiss your fevered little brow
 Pinch your cheeks till you say "ow"
 And I can hardly wait to show you how
 Guido
 Who won't care if you come to me tired and over-worked?
 I won't, bambino!
 Who knows a therapy to beat what you can get from me?
 I don't!
 
 But this will have to be enough for now
 ♪
 Guido
 ♪
 Ciao
 ♪
 I love you, Guido