I’m dancing on the White House lawn
Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn
Hanging round the gardens of Babylon
Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up
She gets more fan mail than the Pope
She takes the mickey out of all my phobias
Like signing cheques to ward off double pneumonia

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze

I’m leaning on the Tower of Pisa
Had an eyeful of the tower in France
I’m hanging round the gardens of Madison

And the seat of learning
And the flush of success
Relieves a constipated mind
I’m like a gourmet in a skid row diner
A fitting menu for a dilettante

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze
Love is a fire of flaming brandy
Upon a crepe suzette
Let’s get this romance cooking, honey
But let us not forget

Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold Lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze

10 CC med Graham Gouldman, Eric Stewart, Kevin Godley og Lol Creme var indbegrebet af intelligent, engelsk poprock i starten af halvfjerdserne. Jeg var ikke på dem dengang, for der var så meget andet progressivt, der skulle lyttes. Men alligevel sneg deres sange sig ind i mit univers, lige som det skete med ABBA og andre ferme sangskriveres musik. Livet er en minestrone, serveret med parmesan ost, døden er en kold lasagne. Poplyrik at tænke over…