Girl! Do you allow me to say a word?
Do you know that you have to walk while my heart is in my mouth?
It's a shame that you are alone.
Do you have a minute?
/>Oh! Look, I don't bite!
Take a look at me!
I'm a funkytarro D.O.C.
Stop the girl!
You don't have to be a snob with me,
Say, jump in! Hop!
On the Jeep
You will smell the scent of my six Arbre Magic!
Like Bersani I am a freak
I tarro and I'll land you with my gaze
I'm trash like the Marini and Adriano Pappalardo
I'm the one who wheelies with the Ciao
With the Squallor Arrapao t-shirt
The one who misses the saddle with the fringes
The Arizona license plate
And the Proma muffler
And the Kiss and Bob Marley sticker
The scooter that makes noise like a Harley!
I'm a pig, I'm a fool
I rhyme already in city
Without shame or consideration
I'm a funkytarro!
I'm a pig sometimes crooked
I rhyme already in the city
But never short of words
Give me your heart baby, because I'm here!
I go bare chest in the musical
I'm not beautiful
But I have the physique du rle
And I compete on the rides with punging ball
Like Terence Hill did
I have the Mickey Mouse watch bought at the Autogrill
I wear it on my cuff; not Beverly Hills
The place where I live, my darling
I'm the typical suburban yokel
Who keeps the car radio at maximum capacity
For me the Garelli is a classic
How the briarwood interior on a Ritmo convertible
I like the chain with the gold cross
On the Tony Manero style t-shirt
The cigarette above the ear
The Zippo as a lighter< br/>If we are in bed I stay naked, but with a sock
That's so Hard Core
But don't worry because I use DivorOdor!
I have women scattered around Italy
I I hit and run away
But I cried with each one of them
I cried with yours too!
Girl! I'm funkytarro, the anti-yuppies
I suck like a cockroach to preppies,
But child, I enchant you when I speak
Even if my rhyme is as bad as Vanzina Carlo's films
Funky like Pino D'Angi for
Tarro like Massimo Giavarro
I am an evergreen
Like the curtains on the rear window
With Merilyn or Geen designed
And I saw the punk era, the metalhead era
The dark one, the paninara era
The one of the fake rich
The one of the fake poor
And still I'm here unchanged
Nothing has changed me changed
And it finally seems that my moment has come
Guy, I have no challenge with the others you know
The tamarro is always in vogue, because it's never in fashion!
RIT (x2)
I am a pig...

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