Livia! Livia! Livia!
Let's hear it for Lady Livia!
Each starry night she'll serve you right.
Three cheers for Lady Livia!
The day is done, so here we run
To drive our cares away.
The night is fine, a splendid wine,
A draught which can allay
The dullness of the city dreams,
The listless clock's ballet,
The street, the office pageantry
Which marks the hours of day.
Livia! Livia! Livia! etc.
So have a drink or sit and think
Or marvel at the scene
In here you'll find the atmosphere
Is like nowhere you've been.
There's dining, dancing, music from
The nineteenth century,
And every Tuesday's reading night,
Bewitching poetry.
Livia! Livia! Livia! etc.
The ladies here are kind and dear,
Rare beauties heaven-sent.
The crowd, you'll find, is one-of-a-kind
And of a heady bent.
So if you're lonely and in need
Of sparkling conversation,
No finer place will set the pace
Without a reservation.
Livia! Livia! Livia! etc.
Our Livia has the rarest draughts,
The most enchanting liquor,
So pick the poison for your ills;
No one can cure you quicker.
Escape the neon century
In all its steel and glass,
The cybernetic spirit world
Of concrete, foam, and gas.
Livia! Livia! Livia! etc.
So be our guests, O spirits blessed
With Gothic tastes refined.
Come join our dance, our strange romance
And let your senses dine!
The day is done, so to us run
And join our merry din.
The night is fine, a splendid wine
So let the masque begin.
Livia! Livia! Livia! etc.
George Chadderdon © 1994