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Italians
Have a sense of melody
Hare Krishna, Traviata, Napoli

Italians
They can't resist blondes
Silly whistling, Italians are too crazy

Italians
Talking a hundred miles an hour
Clean shoes, lots of style
But no character

Italians
Cowards aplenty
Trying a lot with the girls, rarely successful

Don't trust Italians
They mess with canned goods
They put all sorts of things in there
They talk about love
But let them chatter
An Italian is beneath us
Italians

Oh those Italians, full of charm
Aiaiai bella ragazza, when traveling
Oh those Italians, honking horns with lots of alarms
Oh those Italians, so romantic
Love, how much buried ...

But solid boys
You only find them here in these Low Countries
Where it always rains and where I, by the way
Want to get away as soon as possible
To Provence where I want to live in a
White villa and so on and so forth

Italians
Lots of bravado in the market

Italians
Oh, they are a different breed

Italians
Hot-headed as can be
But those rascals are far from complete

Don't trust Italians, they steal from your car
They win the lying contest
They want to seduce you but only for a short time
And they deceive you with everything

Don't trust Italians
They want to deceive you
They put all sorts of things in there
They talk about love
But let them chatter
An Italian is beneath us
Italians