Me Ne Frego

The motto, prejudiced and straightforward
Was said by a bold young man
He found it very nice, made a little tune out of it
And the cheerful refrain goes like this

I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like
I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like

Albion, the goddess of the pound
Insists, always wants to be right
But Benito Mussolini
If the Italian destinies are at stake, can repeat like this

I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like
I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like

Italian brand frankness
Not vain arrogance that despises
Who knows well what they want
Can't say many words
To get things done, it's better to say like this

I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like
I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like

Italy, asking for a place in the sun
Doesn't want, can't always be at the mercy of others
Its language reveals that it has come out of guardianship
And to those who are scandalized, it can repeat like this

I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like
I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like

It's strange, there's a cheerful Arab
He's black but speaks Italian
To prove that he speaks well
Just as it should be
He repeats tirelessly all day long

I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like
I don't give a damn, not sure if I'm making myself clear
I don't give a damn, I like what I like