[FLAMINIO, spoken]
So, you stand there. You stand there looking at me. What!? What would you like me to say?

(sung)
Flaminio Scala's historical journey

(spoken)
You're right, it's a disaster. A practical joke

(sung)
And the joke is on Scala

(spoken)
Our money gone, eh, Pantalone? Wrong from the start, right Francesco?

(sung)
Are you hoping I fall to my knees and admit
That my dreams are a joke and my jokes are all shit?
That it's high time I packed up and quit?
And here's the comical bit:

I've gone without bread
Lived close to the bone
Got into deep water and sunk like a stone
But, now and again, I had risen and flown like a kite
And God help the people who don't get the joke
Who won't risk a failure
Who won't go for broke
I dare them to stand in our boots in the mud for one night

But do what they do
Or say what they day
I'd rather be me at the end of the play
For what is this life but the beauty of improvisation?
Scenes of amazement
And constant surprise to us all

We live each moment
As if we were children discovering creation
We rise or we fall
But it's always glorious

Yes, what is this life but the beauty of improvisation