L'italiano

Good morning Italy with spaghetti al dente
And a partisan as president
With the car radio always in the right hand
And a canary above the window

Good morning Italy with your artists
With too much America being shown
With songs with love
With heart
With women becoming less like nuns

Good morning Italy
Good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God
You know I'm here too

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A song softly, softly

Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian
A true Italian

Good morning Italy that doesn't get scared
And with mint shaving cream
With a pinstripe suit in blue
And the TV on Sundays

Good morning Italy with the espresso
New socks in the top drawer
With the flag at the dry cleaner's
And a 600 with a new bodywork

Good morning Italy
Good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God
You know I'm here too

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A song softly, softly

Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian
A true Italian

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
I'm an Italian
A true Italian