Dear Santa Claus, we haven't spoken for a long time
Anyway, it's the same, now lend me an ear
I have a request and if you have time left, listen up
Also because you still owe me a Big Jim and a pianola Bontempi
I have no resentments but I remain your creditor
So I have a pretext to ask you for a gesture
The radio and TV schedule
You direct it at Christmas
And do something special and not the usual mix
Of the Smurfs and Asterix
With the chant of Cristina D'Avena
Give me back Furia and friend Fidenco kill the smurfs!
..I want to see a meeting of boxing between Tyson and Bossi!
I want the characters of Beverly Hills
They all need Clerasil
I want to see Cuccarini with a mini bikini
Drinking a Martini
Feeling Tap here sung by Masini....
...because it's Christmas, it's Christmas, but I'm not in it
it's Christmas, it's Christmas, it's Christmas, but I'm not I'm in it (x3)
... I've been smelling mandarin and pine needles for two months now and I'm sick of it, advertisement 
Panettone without a break, besieged by snowfalls of mandorlato!< br/>My mother has been locked in the kitchen
For a month already, the poor thing is having a hard time working like an Albanian donkey, among other things she has done even eight kilos of roast
In the best case scenario I find myself eating leftovers until August
I feel unwell, perhaps because I ate cheap sweets, but rather I make room in my
Stomach for a glass of Pinot
While I drink it I act like the guy from the commercial
There's Love Boat on television, damnit
Now I can say goodbye to my digestion
Fatal channel change
The news appears and, between war and the other, he wishes me a Christmas greeting!
It's Christmas, it's Christmas, but I'm not in it
It's Christmas, it's Christmas, it's Christmas, but I'm not I'm in it (x3)
Santa Claus never came to me
Maybe because I never had a fireplace in my house
Maybe he can't land on the roofs because there are too many antennas
Maybe they asked him for the super tax on the reindeer
Maybe he's afraid of some mugging
Maybe he's distressed because they mistake him for Gabibbo
But for me he's somewhere on the equator
Who lives like a nabob with copyrights!
Ring the bell the priest has arrived to bless
He goes through every room wetting the walls with holy water< br/>He looks at me, who have only just woken up, and says that the exorcisms will come later!
I dismiss him calmly, the dilemma comes to mind
If the Christmas we are experiencing
is It's Christian or Pagan or like the American one with children's letters
But not to Santa Claus, but to the department stores!
It's Christmas, it's Christmas, but I'm not in it
it's Christmas, it's Christmas, it's Christmas, but I'm not into it (x3)

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