The Discotheque...

I love this tune for its unrestricted illustration of a typical Saturday night spent 'disco-hopping' in Rome. The cheap suits, the Ray Ban sunglasses, the accent, the sexual propositions... all so much more comical than seductive. Although I would have found it absolutely amusing to have this line delivered to me, the most I ever got was an uninvited escort into the ladies room, drink in hand and pants half-way to his ankles...