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Illegal parking, illegal applause, illegal little houses,
illegal sexual abuses; a strong desire to start over, which
is illegal too. Fake government contracts, fake organ
transplants, fake mopeds with drive-by thieves who
steal handbags from fake ladies, the beautician of the
stars is really really fake. Poppies and popes,
La donna cannolo, Una lacrima sul visto (translator's
note: - "La donna cannone" and "Una lacrima sul viso"
are both famous songs from past San Remo festivals).
Italia yes, Italia no......Italia yes, Italia no, Italia boom,
the bomb-blast disaster that goes unpunished. You can
say yes, you can say no, but anyway that's life. Let's
fix some coffee, we won't go out to a café; there are
some gangs who are waiting to kill us a little bit.
Gangs yes, gangs no, the gangs are full of murderers.
Gangs pam, gangs prapapapam, but if there's a soccer
game on the gangs are not here, they all go to the
soccer stadium, waving their big banners, there'll be
no more blood spilled. Infected yes? Infected no
Tons and tons of plasma. Chief surgeon yes, chief
surgeon no, the chief surgeon's ghost. There's no
way I'll be a ghost, and to your plasma I say no; if you
forget to take out the surgical tongs, whistling I'll say
to you:
"fi fi fi fi fi fi fi fi, I owe you some tongs, fi fi fi fi fi fi fi
fi, I've got them in my belly". Long live the melting-pot
of tongs, long live the melting pot of bellies. Look how
many unsolved problems we have, but we have a heart
as big as a house. Italia yes, Italia no, Italia gnamme,
let's make some spaghetti. Italia tob, Italia crot,
the land of the date plums. A pizza eaten alone, a pizza
eaten with some friends, a total of two pizzas and this
is what Italia's all about, fulafifi, fulafifi, long live Italia.
Squerellerellesh, cataraparupai, Italia is perfect.
Perepepe nainainainai.
A pizza eaten alone, a pizza eaten with some friends, a
total of lots of bribery and corruption but Italia doesn't
want to play along. Italia yes, Italia no, scurcurrillo
currillo. Italia yes: ué, Italia no, spereffere fellecche. Ué,
ué, ué, ué, ué....
Because the land of the date plums
is the land of the date plums!!