A cena dai tuoi [English translation]

I'm already nervous at 6

Because tonight you're taking me to your parents' house

You told me I have to call them "Sir" and "Madam"

Because they're old fashioned. Is it the middle ages?

OK, I go in. I'm Emiliano, nice to meet you.

Your dad offers me a seat

Then he says "My daughter told me about you

and your coffee business in St Tropez.

I look at you like "What?"

"What have you said about me?"

"They don't know that I support myself with rap?"

Meanwhile your mum looks at my tattooes

I wonder if she knows I have loads more underneath

Then he asks "You play sport? Where are you from?

Where did you meet, you and her?"

I say a Lana del Ray concert even if we were drunk at a rave

They don't know anything about us

About what you want, what you want

Your dad looks at you like you're a saint, what's that?

What does he think we're doing when you stay at mine, eh?

CHORUS:

Tomorrow I'm coming for dinner at your parents'

What have you told them, what do they know about us?

They would like a guy who's more chic with a degree and a job but you like it like this

Maybe though they don't like me, no no, eh eh

They don't like me, no no, eh eh

They don't like me, no no, eh eh

They don't like me, no no, eh eh

Seeing that your dad hasn't offered me a drink

I'll get the wine and fill up my glass

The more I send down, the less nervous I feel

And so I start calling your dad "you"

"Listen, mate, seriously I'm sorry

Your daughter's told you a bunch of shit

I've never been to St Tropez and don't drink coffee

Not even in Vimercate

"Your poodle disgusts me

I've got 2 pitbulls in my garden

They're my guard dogs cos where I live

If thieves break in I'll shoot them straight off

"I'm not your kind of guy

You've been stuck with a fucking bad boy!

We're not going to get along because

You don't like me and I don't like you"

Now your dad's going off his head

Your mum says "Get out of here"

I'm leaving for you, you know

But tomorrow night we're eating at my parents'

CHORUS

You know why daughters love and parents hate me?

I don't have a job but I know lots of positions

You have 4 recessions, I at least have songs

But the pay is better than a degree from Bocconi