Non c'è due senza trash [English translation]

Goodmorning viewer friends and welcome at Pomeriggio 5

and to follow a shoulder's junkie, a side's junkie and an ass junkie

Dear Barbara here I am

I'm Piergiorgio your biggest fan

doctor Giò doesn't know how excited I am

I always follow you, sometimes even under your house

the afternoon in television I just want to know

the details of the death of the policeman

of the woman that aborted twins in clinic

but you don't agree to live record in morgue

in studio you've hosted wretches

dying of fame

but then came the poor

dying of hunger

not able to pay their bills at the end of the month

in your studio there will be 400 lights on

if Crozza is at La7 I don't want to see boobs anymore

but I only think about

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

I only think about

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

afternoon at 3 I only have eyes for you

I adopt Santanchè

There's not two without trash

afternoon at 3 I only have eyes for you

I adopt Santanchè

There's not two without trash

I only think about

Then there's a transsexual from Puerto Rico

but he more pulls a hair from Fico

it will be for the limelight

shining lights on the rebuilt

reveal to me the secret of Pelù's hair

then I shot a special 3 hour for Dudù

Mussolini for women has a new battle

he's going to organize a reverse at Rome

make the cricket that puts high heels

if you give me your number I'll make you a nice ring

save the marines

in India in pedalo

Barbara I know that maybe not many love you

but I don't listen to them, I only watch the ratings

and

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

I only think about

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

afternoon at 3 I only have eyes for you

I adopt Santanchè

There's not two without trash

afternoon at 3 I only have eyes for you

I adopt Santanchè

There's not two without trash

I only think about

I only think about

I only think about

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

I only think about

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

afternoon at 3 I only have eyes for you

I adopt Santanchè

There's not two without trash

afternoon at 3 I only have eyes for you

I adopt Santanchè

There's not two without trash

I only think about

With the culture you don't eat

but the best-selling books are those of the kitchen

I have a little brother who wants to be a Big Brother

the boys and girls hope to grow up to join Uomini e Donne

and the girls now prefer the tronist rather than Prince Charming

forced to wring the eyes looking people in tv that don't guess a subjunctive we're going to have conjunctivitis

trash TV pollutes us

Barbara D'Urso, tombola

I only think about

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

I only think about

You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

I only think about