clito [English translation]

Uh-uh-ah

Uh-uh-ah

Uh-uh-ah

"wee-woo"1s around, bro, for who?

Is Sam around or is he at Spi's?

Life clicks on my clit, eh

she2 knows I like it when she presses the finger, eh

"wee-woo"s around, bro, for who?

Is Sam around or is he at Spi's?

Life clicks on my clit, eh

she knows I like it when she presses the finger, eh

Whore life fucks me while clothed, me bent over

she's with a machinegun on my pussy, i laugh but she doesn't

i laugh about it, how is it

that i got knocked up by bad luck? I'll smoke a cig so she'll be born crooked

bam-bam

Slightly disgusting story of a lady

especially when nothing in her life makes her pretty3

Sometimes you're either the bitch or the pretty knave

when you never shot, but hoped for an end or for your own end

bang

"wee-woo"s around, bro, for who?

Is Sam around or is he at Spi's?

Life clicks on my clit, eh

she knows I like it when she presses the finger, eh

"wee-woo"s around, bro, for who?

Is Sam around or is he at Spi's?

Life clicks on my clit, eh

she knows I like it when she presses the finger, eh

I point the finger at her but she sucks it, snorts from the straw

calls her friends and starts a fight

I slip on a peel, she laughs at me

while my face is peeled, then laughs at me, laughs at me

Sometimes I laugh and I don't understand why, yah

Sometimes I live and I don't understand if I'm breathing, yah

Sometimes I slip and I don't understand that I'm walking, yah

not on solid ground but on a thread, yah

Sometimes I sleep on a bed of cornflowers, yeah

Sometimes I die on a bed that is not mine, ah

Sometimes I dream that this whore goes away, yah

but in the end she's my whore

And time again, bro, for who?

Is Sam around or is he at Spi's?

Life clicks on my clit, eh

she knows I like it when she presses the finger, eh

"wee-woo"s around, bro, for who?

Is Sam around or is he at Spi's?

Life clicks on my clit, eh

she knows I like it when she presses the finger, eh

Mama, mama4

You're a curse, curse

Do you love me or do you not, "mama"

I don't understand nada5

Mama, mama

Don't leave me on the street, street

Kiss me calmly, calmly

Until you get tired of me

1. Translated as onomatopeia for a siren as it's what it most likely was meant to be2. Life is a female noun in Italian3. These last two verses are hardly intelligible, mostly guessing here.4. Possible wordplay: "mama" seems to be used at times as a slight mispronunciation of "mamma", used as an interjection or a call to her mother, and at other times as part of the sentence "m'ama, non m'ama", the flower plucking game. Hard to tell as this stanza is quite dialectal.5. nothing/anything, from Spanish