LEARN LYRICS

Sempione Park

Green and brown

Inside my city

I set it on vibrate

I read a nice book

I'm trying to relax a bit

All of a sudden

Without warning

You hear a pim pam pum

A hippie

Maybe stoned

Keeps playing and won't stop

This thing upsets me

Because he plays like sh*t

He's got no sense of rhythm

And I don't read the book anymore

I'm almost getting up

I go ask him why

He decided that, f*ck

On this very day

Nothing's gonna stop him

Cut it out with those bongos

We're not in Africa

You wear your hair long

But you need practice!

You're always off beat

Like this you kill Africa

Which may have lots of problems

But definitely not the rhythm one

'Come on, bum, try to play better

'Cause I'm trying to make my feet dance!

Even if I'm eighty years old

I still go dance at the hall with my old lady

Hey, what a pain in the balls

You're splitting my ear

You, your flip-flops and your bongos!'

Dear sir

You know what?

This is freedom

I'm high

I play badly

Even if you don't like it

I'm off beat

I've known it for a long time

It's nothing new

I don't give a f*ck

I score like crazy

Thanks to my pim pum pam

This thing upsets me

And I feel like sh*t

Maybe I'll sit down

And listen a bit better

Maybe I'm wrong

Maybe I got it wrong

Maybe my d*ck

You suck

That's the truth

Now I'll bust your bongos

To avenge Africa

The one that cooked

The explorer in the pot

You dress like a rasta

But that's not enough

You may have no problems

But you sure have one with rhythm

Hey

I'll smack a fish up your a*s!

Go catch rats!

You can only sell your own chocolate!

Here's the explanation

Of what happens

In every city

I play the bongos

You smash them

At this rate

Where will we end up?

That's why somebody

Thinks it's easier

To raze a forest

Considered useless

Stuff like this

Has never been seen in Africa

Which may have lots of problems

But for sure not the forest one

I'd like to play the bongos

As if I were in Africa

Under the dwarf oak

In the Porta Genova area

Sixteen thousand signatures

No food for Rocco Tanica

But they razed that woods

While people were away for the long weekend

They didn't give a f*ck

Now they're putting up a building

They destroyed the Gioia woods

Those huge sons of b*tches