You were always exuberant and daring

Rhetoric came easily from your lips

Your overstatement was a joy to behold

Those endless aphorisms smart as whips

 

Strictly baroque, strictly baroque

Your theatricals would provoke a saint

That dress sense was a riot of colour

Not even Versailles had more paint

 

Over-ornamentation was your undoing

You talked like a modern Bernini

And when you were really in the mood

You wreaked havoc with the songs of Bellini

 

Strictly baroque strictly baroque

Your theatricals would provoke a saint

That dress sense was a riot of colour

Not even Versailles had more paint

 

But Baroque is for Mannerists

Not ambitious parvenus like you

At first society bore your affectations

Then switched to Rococo, which was new

 

Strictly baroque, strictly baroque

Your theatricasls would provoke a saint

That dress sense was a riot of colour

Not even Versailles had more paint