Vespa Special

souped-up Vespas, from the 60s, go downtown,
At more than 90, red with fire, the dance begins,
Of arrows launched and the wind in the face.
Give me a motorcycle, the summer that advances,
(I love the special one) give me a scooter and I'll give you
I'm on the march.

And how fantastic to spin with your feet on your wings,
On your special vespa that takes away your problems.
And how fantastic to go around hills and mountains,
On your special vespa that takes away your problems.

The "mates" don't work, I'm on my vespa,
My girl marched, I on my scooter,
It will be Sunday, and a scooter will take me out,
From the city!, from the city!

I leave quickly, I leave the house,
At forced marches from first to fourth,
I have to hurry, I have to go to a party,
I want to go for a ride on my scooter first.
Give me a motorcycle, the summer that advances,
(I love the special one) give me a scooter and I'll give you
I'm on the march.

And how fantastic to spin with your feet on your wings,
On your special vespa that takes away your problems.
And how fantastic to go around hills and mountains,
On your special vespa that takes away your problems.

The "mates" don't work, I'm on my vespa,
My girl marched, I on my scooter,
It will be Sunday, and a scooter will take me out,
From the city!, from the city!