Fuori Dal Tunnel

I'm out of the tunnel l l l
Of fun
I'm out of the tunnel l l l
Of fun
When I leave home and get bored
I'm very happy
When I leave home and get bored
I'm even happier
Than you spending salaries
Crammed in wonderful places
Among asses on cubes
Submissive to horrible beats
On who brandy and you lie down
Dandy you don't understand me
Listen, don't get offended
If I tell you that you're trendy
Take me
For example, I don't stamp myself
For a temple of fun
Being a friend of Baldambembo
I'm a silence
That can turn into music
If I rhyme crookedly
On any time
That I frequent
I test the car radio
In the cautious car I stay
Face to face
With a focaccia
Forget the self-service
Master builder
With skilled laborers
I rebuild
The banks of a day
On the edges of the disco
And I'm amazed
When they join the feast
That I set up
That later mix the brachetto
And I don't understand
How it ends up talking
About geeg robot
And the streets of San Francisco

I'm out of the tunnel l l l
Of fun
I'm out of the tunnel l l l
Of fun
When I leave home and get bored
I'm very happy
When I leave home and get bored
I'm even happier

I like the cinema
And quite a lot
That's why they call me old
It's for young people
To foam and lacquer in front of the mirror
I'm old point
And I take inspiration
From your greasy tuft
I feel tight
Like when I catch a Smurf
(or I hate Caparezza)
I snort thinking of evenings like
The kind
That we have
I have a 'type' second hand
That makes me
From pub, disco and sofa
I'm here
Like a lark this is my branch
I
In a trash
Of costume TV
In flight without feathers
In a volume of comics
Under the light
There's no comparison
Just a fermenting beer
And the girl in fibrillation
For the new position
Excites me the full zizza
Delights me the obscene tizia
I'm hungry no problem
If the pizza tickles me for dinner
Themed evenings
Nice people
Thick sliced salami
VHS and if that's not enough
Turn up the volume

I'm out of the tunnel l l l
Of fun
I'm out of the tunnel l l l
Of fun
When I leave home I get bored
I'm very happy
When I leave home I get bored
I'm even happier

La la la la la la......

(the encounters, the clashes
The exchange of opinions
People who are made
Of names and surnames
Come in, gentlemen
Here's the good wine
The pages of the book
And the melodies of sound
We live on memories
Gentlemen and games
Of sincere hugs
Of peace and fires
Of all moments
Sad and fun
And not of moments
Sadly fun

(I would like to redo)