Viktor Borgia - Stephen Malkmus

A tickle fancy

For paper Nancy

A conversation

Peace negotiation

We walk into the club

Thank the heavens above

There’s a place we can go

Your eyes are like a present

From a peasant

Oh, and I cherish them so

Oh, oh, oh

There’s patient Larry

With his canary

He’s here every week

On a big winning streak

Boys are raining on him

Your eyes are like a presence

From a peasant

Oh, and he cherishes them so

Oh, oh, oh