La donna riccia
Renato Carosone
The Curly Woman
Take whoever you want,
if you want to get married,
but don’t you dare pick
that curly woman.
With curls and little curls
she’ll charm you,
but after two months, she’ll ditch you!
No, no, no!
No, no, no!
Curly, no!
Because from every curl
she’ll throw you a tantrum,
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
Because from every curl
she’ll throw you a tantrum,
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
If at first she kisses you
then she’ll leave you hanging.
You don’t understand a thing,
it’s like a tangled mess.
She’ll tie you up and then set you free,
you’ll go crazy,
but if she cuddles you, you’ll fall asleep.
No, no, no!
No, no, no!
Curly, no!
Because from every curl
she’ll throw you a tantrum,
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
Because from every curl
she’ll throw you a tantrum,
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
No, no, no!
No, no, no!
Curly, no!
Because from every curl
she’ll throw you a tantrum,
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
Because from every curl
she’ll throw you a tantrum,
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
Do you want that curly woman?
No, no, no!
Do you want that curly woman?
No, no, no!
But why?
Because from every curl
she’ll throw you a tantrum,
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
I don’t want that curly woman, no.
No, no, no!
