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My Name Is Sylvio

Riccardo Scocciante
Lingua: Inglese



My name is Sylvio,
I live in an old palace,
But I got villas and girls
And just a couple of tv's, too

If you read something in the press,
Some kind of trouble, some kind of mess
Just don't ask me questions ten,
Ain't much loved by that mob,
What a mess for a blowjob!

I think it's because I'm too rich,
But I act for the good of Italy
Maybe it's because I'm a liar
That the people believes me

The filthy reds make me cry,
But please dont'ask me about Mills,
You just don't argue anymore,
Too many questions are a shock
Just like Topolanek's cock

Yes I think I'm okay
I'm going to L'Aquila again
I think it was all for my sake
That God sent that nice earthquake
I guess I'd like another some day,
Everything broken, ruined and blown

Just don't ask me how I am,
They hate me, don't understand,
Like a hero I make my stand.

My name is Sylvio,
I live in an old palace,
But I got villas and girls,
And just a couple of tv's too

If you read something in the press,
Some kind of trouble, some kind of mess
Just don't ask me questions ten,
Ain't much loved by that mob,
What a mess for a blowjob!

The filthy reds open their jaws
But don't ask me about my own laws
You just don't argue anymore
Too many questions are a shock
Just like Topolanek's cock.


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