Che notte!
Fred Buscaglione
What a Night!
What a night,
what a night, that night!
When I think about it, I feel
my bones are broken.
Well, that blonde was waiting for me
who fills up at the Roxy Bar,
the curvy friend
of the big shot Billy Kar.
What fog,
what fog, that night!
Three cop cars
were looking for me.
But for a date,
if there's sugar to be made,
when the topic comes up,
you know, I take the risk.
I go, I see her,
it's her,
but from the fog
six more pop up.
Buck the Pest, Jack the Trash,
with the Bolivar brothers,
while, under a streetlight,
Billy Kar is having a blast.
What punches,
what punches, that night!
I remember
six broken jaws.
I’ve got a left hook like a ton
and the right, I’ll tell you,
only one other has the same,
but I knocked him out cold.
I take them down, I count,
there's six,
then I count again,
because you never know.
And meanwhile, that crazy girl
comes closer and you know what she does?
She fixes my tie
whispering to me, "Shall we go?"
What kisses,
what kisses that night!
I’m a tough guy,
but easy to fall for.
I got myself in deep trouble,
for that platinum blonde,
imagine, in a year
she brought me down to the pavement.
Ah, what fog!
What punches!
What kisses!
What crushes!
Guys,
what a night, that night!
