There's who dreams of getting a famous politician
there's who, instead, complains abut everything
There's who watches TV all day long
there's who's fed up with pubblicity
there's who suffers because of the macrobiotic diet
There's who instead doesn't care about the way he looks
Two millions for a toupe on your head
A hundred thousand for a piece of moquette
If all of your problems are these
But every Italian sunday there's somebody who loves you
the sheet in your hand can change your life
But the Italian sunday is a quiet sunday
and if you go to America looking for good luck
you realize that America's here
there's who suffers from chronic esterophily
while the "made in Italy" booms in America
there's Madonna who keeps you stuck to the TV
There's Cutugno," I can't stand it anymore!!!"
There's who goes to the football match and makes a strike to his woman **
There's who instead eats for free at his mother-in-law's
There's who tries making some love on the sofa
There's who comes back home across the traffic in town
But every Italian sunday there's somebody who loves you
girls in love with their skirts unironed
But the Italian sunday is a quiet sunday
and if you go to America looking for good luck
you realize that America's here