Ostia LIdo

Everyone talks about taking a cultured vacation
But in the end, they go where there are hot girls
You know how people are when the sun burns
Like Peter Pan wants to screw your shadow
When I think about the past years (what a flash)
Us so proletarian (white trash)
Forget about Bali Bali
We dreamed of Bari Bari (uagnedd')
No posh people, yes rackets and buckets
No umbrellas, no money money
Not even for towels instead of castles
With sand, we made council houses

What does it matter if
You dreamed of Puerto Rico
But if we stay together
Even Ostia Lido seems like paradise
The sun burns in the office, how much you want to escape

Coming out of the water covered in salt
Deep blue sea, the wind on the skin
Around, only people dancing
Dancing, dancing
Around, only people dancing
Dancing, dancing

On the shore, beds covered in fabric
New wave music, people blossoming
It looks like those private clubs for swinging
But I am the rock and you my mussel
Girl in a silk bikini, excited for seitan
And from Calcutta or Baudelaire (cliché)
A bit of sultriness, a bit of diet sweating
Her makeup runs while staring at my speck sandwich (voyeur)
Among men, the most common sport on the beach
Is still holding your breath, keeping your stomach in
He brings Kafka's books
But then only studies every passing butt

What does it matter if
You dreamed of Puerto Rico
But if we stay together
Even Ostia Lido seems like paradise
The sun burns in the office, how much you want to escape
Coming out of the water covered in salt
Deep blue sea, the wind on the skin
Around, only people dancing
Dancing, dancing
Around, only people dancing
Dancing, dancing

Because your physique
Makes my mouth dry
Even if the water is cold
Take me where we can touch
Maybe we won't be VIPs
But it's okay like this
As long as I have ice-cold beer
And two flowers in my bag

What does it matter if
You dreamed of Puerto Rico
But if we stay together
Even Ostia Lido seems like paradise
The sun burns in the office, how much you want to escape
Coming out of the water covered in salt
Deep blue sea, the wind on the skin
Around, only people dancing
Dancing, dancing
Around, only people dancing
Dancing, dancing