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...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, also because you still owe me a Big Jim and a pianola
Bontempi, I have no resentments but I remain your creditor, therefore I have a pretext to request a gesture from you
You direct the radio and TV schedule at Christmas and do something special and not the usual mix of
Smurfs and by Asterix, with the chant of Cristina D'Avena, give me back Furia and friend Fidenco kill the Smurfs!
..I want to see a boxing match between Tyson and Bossi!..I want the characters of Beverly Hills to have
everyone needs Clerasil...I want to see Cuccarini with a mini bikini drinking a Martini
feeling Tocca
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 into it...
It's Christmas, it's Christmas, it's Christmas, but I'm not into it...
It's Christmas, it's Christmas, it's Christmas, but I'm not into it...
...I've been smelling mandarin and pine needles for two months now and I'm sick of it, advertising
of panettone without a break, besieged by snowfalls of almondy! ...my mother has been locked in the kitchen for a month already, the poor thing has a hard time working like an Albanian donkey, among other things she has also done eight kilos of roast, in the best of cases I find myself eating leftovers until August,
I feel unwell, perhaps because I ate cheap sweets, I would rather make room in my
stomach for a glass of Pinot, while I drink it I act like the type of the commercial. There's the commercial
on television, damn it, now I can say goodbye to my digestion, fatal channel change
the news appears and, between one war and another, wishes me Christmas greetings!
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 in it...
It's Christmas, 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 in it...
...Santa Claus never came to me, perhaps because I never had a chimney in my house,
maybe he can't land on the roofs because there are too many antennas, maybe they asked him
the super stamp on the reindeer, perhaps he is afraid of some mugging, perhaps he is distressed because they mistake him for the Gabibbo, but for me he is somewhere in the equator who lives like a nabob with the
br/>copyright! ...the doorbell rings, the priest has arrived to bless, he passes through every room, bathes the walls in holy water, looks at me, who has just woken up, and says that he will come by for the exorcisms later. ! I leave him calmly, the dilemma comes to mind as to whether the Christmas we are experiencing is Christian or pagan or like the American one with the 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 in it...
It's Christmas, 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 in it...