Double, Double
Double, Double
Double, Double
Double, Double
Double, Double
Double, Double
Double, Double
Double, Double
Yah, this is Italy. School for nuns
Heart team. I swear the ado
Without work. Without tired '(hey)
This is Italy, yes (hey). This is Italy, yes (hey)
[Strop 1]
This is Italy, guns and dialect
They talk tightly
Friar ', it's not that I do not hear
It's just that I do not understand fuck you told me
Restricted coffee, correct
The summer, the fucking Cornetto
Boys grown up in the field (Goal for Italy)
Then go down to the square to do a blows
Kiss the severed hands rings
Unemployed with paid holidays
The mafia does not take a holiday, it kills you in the summer
They make us a TV series and everything is already seen as a déjà vu
The technology that takes us far
We struggle to speak Italian
Now I have social problems
Fortunately, this year we win the world championships
[Refrain]
Please sit down comfortably
The show is starting
It's like flying in the economy
But without the vomit bags
Bodies dressed in scratches
The faces looking for slaps
But they always find applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Ninety minutes of applause
[Strop 2]
Hey, hey
This is Italy, it is a twisted mind
Close your mouth or take your spare
Information, you know, here it does not inform
Racists who listen to hip-hop
Something does not come back
Italy and its snobbish charm
Milan and the wake of smog
An old work that lasts from a tot
He does not find a finale like Turandot
Strong powers: they open the accounts but close the ports
They steal money, impossible to oppose
People smile with cuts on their wrists, eh
[Bridge]
First aid, huh, we're already dead, hey
Struggling in a sea of hatred, drowned by our remorse
God I have not seen him but we know each other
I hate the Church but I am a Christian
Before being a true Italian, try to be human
[Refrain]
Please sit down comfortably
The show is starting
It's like flying in the economy
But without the vomit bags
Bodies dressed in scratches
The faces looking for slaps
But they always find applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Ninety minutes of applause
In summer in Italy, Latin influence, hm
They're looking for the summer hit, hm
Rum and cocaine, codeine
It looks like they have a canine cough, hm
I untie the belt, hm
Chupa me, chupa me pinga, hm
A 'sti rapper of fuck, I do not give it to you
I will return to the top to give it a boost
[Interlude]
We alert the passenger lords that this plane
You are about to crash to the ground
Fasten the belt
Lebon to the mic
[Refrain]
Please sit down comfortably
The show is starting
It's like flying in the economy
But without the vomit bags
Bodies dressed in scratches
The faces looking for slaps
But they always find applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Applause, applause, applause, applause
Ninety minutes of applause
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