Let me sing
With the Guitar in hand
Let me sing
I'm an Italian
Good morning Italy, your spaghetti al' dente
And a partisan as president
With the car radio always in my right hand
And a canary on my window
Good morning Italy with your artists
With too much America on your posters
With the songs of love
With heart
With more women and fewer nuns
Good morning Italy
Good morning Maria
With melancholy eyes
Good morning God
You know I'm here too
Let me sing
With the Guitar in hand
Let me sing
A slow, slow song
Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian
A true Italian
Good morning Italy that doesn't get frightened
And with mint shaving cream
With a blue pin-stripe suit
And slow-motion on Sunday TV
Good morning Italy with extra-strong espresso
New socks in the first drawer
With the flag at the dry cleaners
And a (FIAT) 600 down for bodywork
Good morning Italy
Good morning Maria
With melancholy eyes
Good morning God
You know I'm here too
Let me sing
With the Guitar in hand
Let me sing
A slow, slow song
Let me sing
Because I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian
A true Italian