The Last Picasso

Ah,

The last Picasso

The last Picasso

Was just acquired by some old museum

And Don Quixote

Well, Don Quixote

The old man's rhyme has lost its reason

Which only reminds me

Have I remembered to say

That without you this life of plenty

Would seem so empty

Ah, The last Picasso

Oh, me and you

Me oh me, oh me, oh me, oh me and you

We, we can sigh

Me, oh me, oh me, oh me we can sigh

Hey

Ah,

The last Picasso

The last Picasso

May gather dust amid the ruins

And Don Quixote

Well, Don Quixote may no longer

Make his wishful tunes

But I still have you

And I will have you

When everything else is done and gone with

We'll be like one with, the last Picasso

Oh, me and you

Me oh me, oh me, oh me, oh me and you

We, we can sigh

Me oh me, oh me oh me, oh we can sigh

Oh, me and you

Me oh me, oh me, oh me, oh me and you

We, we can sigh

Me oh me, oh me, oh me, oh we can sigh

Oh, me and you

We, we can sigh

Me oh me, oh me, oh we can sigh

Oh, me and you