Among countrymen and militars
I have a thousand boyfriends everyday
like puppets they come after me
and I make all of them dance like this
cata-catapum,catapum pon candela
go up pulcinella
cata-catapum,catapum,catapum
like the puppets in the pim,pam,pum
There's a crazy old man who wants me
and for him to dance I pull the string,
and though he resists without jumping,
he does it happily if he hears me sing.
There's a rich man who's a night man,
of those who paint moles and eyebags,
who when he sees me going by the street with six or more,
he always says "oh girl! how bothered you are"