L'italiano

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
I am Italian

Good morning Italy, al dente spaghetti
And a partisan as President
With the car radio always in the right hand
A canary above the window
Good morning Italy with your artists
With too much America on the posters
With the songs, with love
With the heart
With more women always fewer nuns
Good morning Italy
Good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God
You know I'm here too

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A song slowly
Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I am the Italian
The true Italian

Good morning Italy that doesn't get scared
And with mint shaving cream
With a pinstripe suit in blue
And the movie on Sundays on TV
Good morning Italy with espresso coffee
New stockings in the top drawer
With the flag at the dry cleaner's
And a 600 down at the body shop
Good morning Italy
Good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God
You know I'm here too

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A song slowly
Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I am the Italian
The true Italian

La la la la la la la la

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A song slowly
Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I am the Italian
The true Italian