Vada Come Vada

Three

Whatever will be, will be, life’s a highway
A trip back home in a piece of junk
I want to understand why it’s already full of troubles you can’t fix
And I know, you can’t say no to women, huh

And it’s like an instrument I can’t play
Your face has an expression I can’t imitate
Even if it’s wrong, it gets you all worked up

I’d do it again for the joy, joy
In those moments of boredom, boredom
On a scooter with four, no one wearing a helmet
To feel the wind on us, one against the other
I’ll write you a poem or a fuck you
That’ll stay in history or on a wall
With that mattress on the floor that’s seen it all
Covered in ash and beer, we’ve wrecked it

Whatever will be, will be, I’m good at surprising
Because my worst has no end, you just have to deal with it
And I should change my attitude
And I know I should be less of an asshole
But I’m still the same as before
All alone at the gas station
It feels good, it feels bad
I don’t know what I think

And it’s like an instrument I can’t play
Your face has an expression I can’t imitate
Even if it’s wrong, it gets you all worked up

I’d do it again for the joy, joy
In those moments of boredom, boredom
On a scooter with four, no one wearing a helmet
To feel the wind on us, one against the other
I’ll write you a poem or a fuck you
That’ll stay in history or on a wall
With that mattress on the floor that’s seen it all
Covered in ash and beer, we’ve wrecked it

I just need to chat a bit (I just need to chat a bit)
About things I don’t know (about things I don’t know)
With four or five friends (with four or five friends)
The secret to being happy (the secret to being happy)

Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na