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Elio e le storie tese lyrics
Elio e le storie tese lyrics
"PIPPPERO Lyrics"
Fish And Chips Lyrics
Fish and Chips A little coke and you, oh, babe Honey drips Two more to go, oh, babe Let's go on back The trip will be groovy, oh, babe Jump in the sack Flip your mood, oh, babe Come to me I really do love you, oh, babe Honey, honey Honey dripper too, oh, babe Loved you before I loved you a long, lon
Fish and Chips A little coke and you, oh, babe Honey drips Two more to go, oh, babe Let's go on back The trip will be groovy, oh, babe Jump in the sack Flip your mood, oh, babe Come to me I really do love you, oh, babe Honey, honey Honey dripper too, oh, babe Loved you before I loved you a long, lon
I umorismo I umorismo kusch umorismo.
Sdreveide! Mismese gatchetene boghers chetegossuve'.
Pretzdavemivi Elio e le Storie Tese. Ha ha ha ha.
Grazie... Grazie al Coro Femminile di Stato
della Radio e Televisione bulgara
che ha portato in Italia finalmente un ballo
a misura d'uomo, piu' umano, piu' vero.
Piu' umano, piu' vero. Un ballo sincero.
E' un ballo sincero. Eh, certo, vista la situazione
internazionale noi abbiamo dovuto promettergli Ramaya,
Ramaya, pero' amici vi assicuro che ne e' valsa la pena.
Diu' diu' diu' diu' diu' diu'. Diu' diu' diu' diu'. Iu'.
Diu' diu' diu' diu' diu' diu', PIPPPERO diu' diu' diu' diu'
diu' diu' Zieoung.
Iu'. Atinc tinc tinc tinc tinc tinc ti
Culledon Muir Lyrics
I walk alone through burning towns My sword is in my hand But the battle has been lost And there is nothing to defend At Culloden in seventeen fourty six Scotlands fate was sealed We wrote a bloody history Wounds that never healed [Chorus:
nc tinc tinc I walk alone through burning towns My sword is in my hand But the battle has been lost And there is nothing to defend At Culloden in seventeen fourty six Scotlands fate was sealed We wrote a bloody history Wounds that never healed [Chorus:
tinc tinc tinc tinc tinc. PIPPPERO.
Evviva l'Italia, evviva la Bulgaria
che ci ha fatto dono del PIPPPERO;
ruotiamo le dita e uniamo le falangi,
questo e' il ballo del PIPPPERO;
amici servizi segreti bulgari, non sparate piu' al papa
ma dedicatevi al PIPPPERO. Popolo bulgaro - iu' -.
Popolo italiano. Servizi segreti bulgari e italiani, via.
Sentite come pompa il PIPPPERO. Diu'. Ruotate le dita.
Bene, ora ripetete con me piu' umano piu' vero.
Piu' umano piu' vero. E' un ballo straniero.
E' un ballo straniero. Qui l'atmosfera sa di PIPPPERO.
Qui l'atmosfera sa di PIPPPERO. Se in discuteca balli
u Pippperupipppero. Se in discuteca balli u
Pippperupipppero. Molto be
Land of the Autumn Winds Lyrics
Hear the whisper of north land frozen, soulless spirit sleeps heathen people in the winter prays mark of gathering. Autumn winds be gone will-o-the wisp, blaze of the night. Mystic land of the autumn winds shall meet the fate rivers no longer revive and the trees die away.
e, ora da sole. Hear the whisper of north land frozen, soulless spirit sleeps heathen people in the winter prays mark of gathering. Autumn winds be gone will-o-the wisp, blaze of the night. Mystic land of the autumn winds shall meet the fate rivers no longer revive and the trees die away.
Piu' umano piu' vero. E' un ballo sincero.
E la tua estate sa di PIPPPERO - molto bene -.
Non senti come pompa il PIPPPERO? Pompa.
Pompa. Pompa. Pompa. A tinc etc. Dio bono
come pompa il PIPPPERO. Diu'. Piu' umano, piu' vero.
E' un ballo sincero. A ba ba ba, a ba ba ba.
Piu' umano, piu' vero. State ruotando le dita?
State unendo le falangi? State stringendo
amicizia con persone che hanno il colore
della pelle diverso dal vostro? Bravi.
Ora e' il momento di cantare a squarciagola:
Ramaya, Ramaya, Ramaya rarra'.
Il PIPPPERO e' una ballo che io e te balliamo
se l'amore c'e', e l'amore c'e' se guardi me.
Bugiardo io, bulgaro in te, bugiardi noi,
sperando
Amputations Lyrics
And if it was just how you wanted You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem And changing your image and attitudes Won't bring you back into your bedroom Amputating as he's waiting He's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible Little swinger your bottle is thinking too much 'cause you're aiming to please way off target And i'll tell you
he l'amore c'e' se ballo in te. And if it was just how you wanted You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem And changing your image and attitudes Won't bring you back into your bedroom Amputating as he's waiting He's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible Little swinger your bottle is thinking too much 'cause you're aiming to please way off target And i'll tell you
Tu balla in me e saremo okay. Piu' umano, piu' vero.
E' un ballo sincero. Ehi, coro delle voci bulgare,
io posso offrirvi qualcosa di molto meglio di
un semplice Ramaya: potrei darvi Kung fu fighting
di Carl Douglas. Gnacchisna'. Fly robin fly?
Non vi interessa? Gnacchisna'. Voi forse preferite
il meglio dei Tavares? Gnacchisna'. Ali shuffle?
Niente? Gnacchisna'. Disco Inferno? Gnacchisna'.
Qualcosa di Cerrone? Gnacchisna'. Oppure Boney M..
Gna. Tipo Ma Baker, Daddy Cool, Rasputin.
Gnacchisna'. Niente? Disco Duck? No Gnacchisna'.
Gimme Some? Gnacchisna'. Qualcosa degli Oliver
Onions, tipo Sandokan, Orzowei?
Niente? Cuba dei Gibson Brothers, dai