Charles Bukowski - Magical mystery tour lyrics

I am in this low-slung sports car
Painted a deep, rich yellow
Driving under an Italian sun
I have a British accent
I'm wearing dark shades
An expensive silk shirt
There's no dirt under my fingernails
The radio plays Vivaldi
And there are two women with me
One with raven hair the other a blonde
They have small breasts and beautiful legs
And they laugh at everything I say
As we drive up a steep road
The blonde squeezes my leg
And nestles closer while raven hair
Leans across and nibbles my ear

We stop for lunch at a quaint rustic inn
There is more laughter before lunch
During lunch and after lunch

After lunch we will have a
Flat tire on the other side of the mountain
And the blonde will change the tire
While raven hair
Photographs me lighting my pipe
Leaning against a tree
The perfect background perfectly at peace
With sunlight
Flowers clouds
Birds everywhere