Oh my God!
I had such a bad meal!
(yeah,yeah,yeah!)
Oh my God!
Oh, good grief!
(Well, well, well)
Everyday there is the same soup
– Always overcooked –
And grilled meat1 is never served.
From tomorrow I'll go to the canteen,
I'll stuff myself with [baked] beans.
The more, the more I eat2
[The more] my big paunch gets fat,
[I'm a] fatty, and I do move a little.
The more, the more I eat
[The more] by trousers became tight,
Paunchy guy,
I put on weight little by little.
Oh my God!
Pasta has no salt in it!
(yeah,yeah,yeah!)
How come! There was no breakfast!
(Well, well, well)
There's a feast down at the village:
I'll go there
And I'll stay there all night long.
I'm going to eat a rooster and its crest, too!
I'm going to sausage-binge
The more, the more I eat2
[The more] my big paunch gets fat,
[I'm a] fatty, and I do move a little.
The more, the more I eat
[The more] by trousers became tight,
Paunchy guy,
I put on weight little by little.
Everyday there is the same soup
– Always overcooked –
And grilled meat1 is never served.
From tomorrow I'll go to the canteen,
I'll stuff myself with [baked] beans.
The more, the more I eat2
[The more] my big paunch gets fat,
[I'm a] fatty, and I do move a little.
The more, the more I eat
[The more] by trousers became tight,
Paunchy guy,
I put on weight little by little.
The more, the more I eat2
[The more] my big paunch gets fat,
[I'm a] fatty, and I do move a little.
The more, the more I eat
[The more] by trousers became tight,
Paunchy guy,
I put on weight little by little.
1. a. b. https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/braciola2. a. b. c. d. lit. “By eating, by eating”