When you’ll finally say that is really idiotic to vomit
right in the middle of the street,
And when I’ll eventually say to you that it is because it’s hard to understand you
that I feel like vomitin here in the street,
and when the evening comes and you think
the morning after won’t ever come again,
and you were there, by the sea,
to enjoy the fresh and to feel fine
Why would you care about someone who can’t even vomit?
Take me to the bottom of the square,
There where the juke box is still singing,
Is it still singing only you? Can you hear it? Only you
And just take me to the bottom of the the square,
make me singing with him.
Please make sure that what he s really singing is only you, only you……
(Enzo Jannacci Quello che canta Onliù)