Del Rocca

Certainly Rocca in his stinkin' uniform Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word He sells pills to dirty imbeciles He sets off, lookin' for viruses So that his easy hand makes the strings sound He says: "I believe, but not everyone" He talked with an acid head, flyin' home Rocca counts stars or looks inside the soul He's going to give a nipper for the old Europe He congeals in silence, just like a rock When from the heights speaks to him miss Bush He prowls in the mountains, escapes bears He watches France from the top of a hill He stinks and says: "I f... the bottle," Too often he shoots at people and strikes at his skull! Rocca repels the attacks of gloomy sad fools He... makes their souls so happy He says, when it ends, for sure he'll come here To make an exception: to shoot at you, at you! He cannot understand, the Junta hate him Rocca haunts policemen with a rubber banana He's organisin' the flock and bringin' crates of beer His lady's reprimandin' him, no, no, no Rocca got too much!!! He's like steel, hard like a motherf...er But he's gonna live not long Wake up sucker!