I'm tired of all the quaintness And the faded fresco's faintness, Of dusty musty sacristies With saints along the walls; I'm very sick of Giotto And Massaccio and Lotto, And of dingy Lady chapels With black worm-eaten stalls. I'm sick of pictures by the mile And virgins with an endless smile, I'm tired of "things you ought to see" And "things you ought to do." I'd like to show these Florentines What Broadway in Manhattan means, And oh I'd like to walk today Along Fifth Avenue! |