Il Terrone Va Di Moda

The Italian abroad argues with the locals
Raises his voice, makes sure he's noticed for everything
Yeah, but from the accent, I can tell he’s not from around here
He’s neither from Bolzano nor from Bellinzona
When he’s in a crowd, he’s a talent out of the ordinary
I don’t have the style, no, I feel out of place and paranoid
I feel guilty 'cause I’ve never seen Gomorrah
And every time it’s the same old story
I want to impress her, yeah, but she ignores me
In comes a flashy guy with his Hogan shoes
Cracks a joke and everyone laughs like in school

'Cause everyone knows that
The southern guy is in style
The southern guy is in style
I have a friend in Gallipoli
With a face that screams made in Italy
And just to be clear
When he talks, subtitles come out
He always shows up at least two hours late
And blames it on the time zone down south
Three of us on a bike without helmets
Light turns green and he honks the horn
You recognize the character
By the applause when he lands

They may not be lords
How they do it, I don’t know
But with his shirt unbuttoned
He crushes the charm of the north
I want to impress her, yeah, but she ignores me
In comes a flashy guy with his Hogan shoes
Cracks a joke and everyone laughs like in school
'Cause everyone knows that
The southern guy is in style
The southern guy is in style

Family dinner where no one gets bored
At the table, grandkids, cousins, and the daughter-in-law
Nostalgia for Napoli with Maradona
Grandma fries, feels like being at McDonald's
And with a smile on my face, I sing this slogan
Ooh, the southern guy is in style
Ooh, the southern guy is in style