I want to paint a picture
Botticelli style
Instead of Venus on a clam
I'd paint this flower child
"You are the air my flowers breathe"
He calls, and the ladies turn around
On the first day of Spring
I'm looking at the only joy around

He's the only joy around (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy I found (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy in town

The Spanish steps are crowded
Bunch of bodies brooding there
Dead pan side-walk vendors
Hustling vacant stares
Making all the more exceptional
This fool in a flower crown
On the first day of Spring
I'm looking at the only joy in town

He's the only joy around (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy I found (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy in town

(Botticelli black boy)
(Botticelli black boy)

The Botticelli black boy
With the fuchsias in his hair
Is breathing in women like oxygen
On the Spanish stairs
In my youth, I would have followed him
All through this Terra-Cotta town
On the first day of Spring
We'd dance and sing
And be the only joy around

We'd be the only joy around (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy in town (Botticelli black boy)
He's the only joy I've found, oh no

At night, these streets are empty
Where does everybody go?
Where are the brash and tender rooms
In Roman candle glow?
Where are Fellini's circus'
La Dolce Vita clowns
On the first day of Spring
I'm looking at the only joy around

The only joy around (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy I found (Botticelli black boy)
He's the only joy in town

(Botticelli black boy)

He is the only joy in town (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy I found (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy around (Botticelli black boy)

He's the only joy in town (Botticelli black boy)
The only joy in town (Botticelli black boy)

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Writer(s): Joni Mitchell