Grande Figlio Di Puttana

Great son of a bitch
but what a friend to me
one who even steals the moon
must give it to you eeeehhhh
under the shadow of the hat
never makes you understand
if he pulls out his knife
or asks how you are
great though, what a great son of a bitch
eeehhh I'll wait another week
He has women scattered throughout Italy
he strikes and runs away
but with each one he made cry
he cried even with mine
great though, what a great son of a bitch
I'll wait another week
this morning I open the newspaper
there's your photograph
they're looking for you everywhere
what is the police doing eeeehhh
that's why I gave you another week,
(because)
without you, an evening doesn't pick up
(eeehh)
that's why women go in single file
(now I know)
also because, because you're a son of a bitch
and that's why people forgive you everything
(because they say)