[Intro]
Tonight they’ll turn me into a saint
This dude is talking, talking, my beer is hot
There’s too many Italians in Spain
My mom used to tell me that, yes, but what a sunrise!
[Verse 1]
Hey you, what do you remember of the weekend?
A stain of Mexican sauce
As for the rest, just a bad Saturday
I kiss someone because I’m hungry
And I ultimately like it
And I borrow the sun
And a bag by a foreigner brand
Give me a ride so I can watch the sunset
It’s better than the hospital emergency
Put all the night into a cocktail
And make me drink it in one sip
I have to leave you again
I see a sky and I fly in it
I don’t think it’s a problem at my age
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
[Pre-chorus]
I don’t believe in soulmates, but
For the rest of the time that I have
I’ll make peace and love
Like Yoko and John
I want fireworks
Boom-boom
Tonight it’s the Super Bowl
I get out of my home
Because how many people are there inside?
[Chorus]
Like at Pablo’s parties
Like at Pablo’s parties
How many people, how many people are there?
How beautiful are Pablo’s parties
[Verse 2]
Pablo talks, talks, talks
Like a mantra, mantra, mantra
And then he pats me, pats me, pats me
Like that (pat) on my shoulder
He gives me a bag that doesn’t weigh anything
Like the one for groceries
Pablo you’re a package
Like a girl with a surprise
Although life
Gives various traumas
A bullet in the heart
Only Gino Paoli has it
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Eyes red as cherries
From the rooftop, Milano
Looks like Las Vegas
I don’t answer you on social media
But I swear that I have a big (mega) heart
I need a new heart
I confirm my order on Glovo
I don’t think it’s a problem at my age
Tic, tic, tac
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t believe in soulmates, but
For the rest of the time that I have
I’ll make peace and love
Like Yoko and John
I want fireworks
Boom-boom
Tonight it’s the Super Bowl
I get out of my home
Because how many people are there indoors?
[Chorus]
Like at Pablo’s parties
Like at Pablo’s parties
How many people, how many people are there?
How beautiful are Pablo’s parties
[Bridge]
Tonight they’ll turn me into a saint
This dude is talking, talking, my beer is hot
There’s too many Italians in Spain
My mom used to tell me that, yes, but what a sunrise!
Yes, but calmly
On the yellow subway, there’s the moon, too much
I get out of my home
Because how many people are inside?
[Chorus]
Like at Pablo’s parties
Like at Pablo’s parties
How many, how many people are there?
How beautiful are Pablo’s parties
Come to Pablo’s party
I’m at Pablo’s party
How many people, how many people are there?
How beautiful are Pablo’s parties
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1. Gino Paoli is an Italian singer who tried to commit suicide by shooting a bullet in his heart 2. It’s okay if you don’t understand the song’s lyrics, they don’t make sense in Italian either