La Terra Dei Cachi

Illegal parking, fake applause,
shady houses, abusive behaviors;
so much desire to start over in an abusive way.
Rigged contracts, shady transplants,
scooters stealing from fake women;
the makeup artist for the stars is heavily made up.
Poppies and dads, the cannoli woman,
a tear on the visa: Italy yes, Italy no.
Italy yes, Italy no, Italy boom, the unpunished massacre.
You can say yes, you can say no, but this is life.
Let's make a coffee, let's not go to the coffee shop:
there's a hit squad waiting to kill us a bit.
Hit squad yes, hit squad no, murderous hit squad.
Hit squad bam, hit squad prapapapam,
but if there's a match
the hit squad won't stay and will go to the stadium,
waiving the big flag, no more blood will flow.
Infected yes? Infected no? Tons of plasma.
Head doctor yes, head doctor come on, ghost head doctor.
I won't be a ghost, and I say no to your plasma;
if you forget the forceps, I'll whistle and tell you:
"Fi fi fi fi fi fi fi fi, I owe you a forceps.
Fi fi fi fi fi fi fi fi, I have it in my belly".
Long live the crucible of forceps, long live the crucible of bellies. Eh
So many unresolved problems, but a heart so big.
Italy yes, Italy no, Italy let's eat, let's make some spaghetti.
Italy burp, Italy fart, the land of nuts.
A pizza with friends, a pizza alone;
a total of two pizzas and this is Italy.
Fufafifi, fufafifi, Italy hooray.
Squerellerellesh, cataraparupai,
perfect Italy, perepepe' nainananai.
A pizza with friends, a pizza alone;
overall a lot of mess but Italy won't stand for it.
Italy yes, Italy no, scurcurrillu currillo.
Italy yes: hey.
Italy no, spereffere fellecche.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Because the land of nuts is the land of nuts