Set out with a backpack A compass in hand To steal Mona Lisa and That was his plan A modern-day outlaw He will take what he can And vanish before you Like tracks in the sand His pockets were full But his heart was so heavy and All these material things can be deadly if No one is there who will share when you're 71 If only someone fills the spaces He might settle down He met her on Tuesday On his way back from France He holds out the panting His stole with his hands And even DaVinci Couldn't have sketched A more perfect woman than the one that he met His pockets were full But his heart was so heavy and All these material things can be deadly if No one is there who will share when you're 71 If only someone fills the spaces He might settle down Settle down, settle down, settle down, settle down He woke up in the morning With nothing around She left with the portrait No trace of her found She was the outlaw She was the one She took the bounty And left him with none His pockets aren't full And his heart still empty And falling in love can be just as deadly and No one is there who will care when he's 71 If only someone fills the spaces He might settle down Settle down