Little Rocco is dead tired and puzzled He blows his nose and says "You mean we've arrived mum?" Nina doesn't care just nods her head She's dazzled by the light of the Olympus sing Skinny faced young dancers Try to improvise weird dance steps The director in the pit is desperate and shouts "That's not good girls!" This is gonna be home baby you know it can't get any better now The saxophone at last is playing its solo And everything is turning smooth now If my father were here I'm sure he would feel at home in this lost madhouse