Text:
Le Braghe Corte King Of The Fools

saying everything that comes up in my mind oh what a time oh what a lovely day, some might say I'm feeling wise, I'm feeling all right king of the fools

I want to get back to my place kick the deamons under my bed getting bored of all this crap so what's the point of showing your smile when you never

Hit me on a solid ground come on, I won't feel it tough boys, fair plays, it's all I need moving on a higher speed you are never going to say to me

nevermind they're real or fake I love to tell a novel about me on a boat spending time with topless chicks and having a couple drinks with osama and don king

It's time to think about ourselves we'll do whatever you say I've thought about a new plan what a mind, what a crime I need some real good fellas we

(Nancy Sinatra) You keep saying you got something for me something you call love but confess you've been a 'messin' where you shouldn't 've been

Come on boys, just keep going on and on on me don't treat me like an alien or something that you're scared about don't ever say that I'm the one who'