He had an old Beetle convertible
Breaked up but she liked it a lot
He arrived and with the horn he said, I'm waiting you
She came down smelling more than ever
They did some calculations in their pockets and saw that
There wasn't even a bit of dancing there
She told him, This sera I want far love
First though bring me a dreaming
A beam of light comes from the projector
For a dream of two thousand li-i-i-ire
You carry some signs on you, I will try to take them away from you
I can only excuse this dream for the my imagination
Down in the stalls wooden chairs
Dry throats from the thirst for heroes
And Marlon Brando is always him
Ooh, him, ooh, him
Marlon Brando is still him
Ooh him, ooh him
A little further along with still a lot of film in his eyes
Terry Malloy finally, he wins
He tells her how you see we are always here
And it is not obligatory to be heroes
A beam of light goes from the beetle
Track up for the happy fi-i-i-i-ine
Carry some sign on you I will try to take them away from you
I can only excuse this dream for my imagination
Down in the stalls wooden chairs
Dry throats from the thirst for heroes
And Marlon Brando is always him
br/>Ooh, him, ooh, him
Marlon Brando is always him
Ooh, him, ooh, him
Marlon Brando is always him
Marlon Brando is always him him

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