L' Italiano

Let me sing, with the guitar in hand
Let me sing, I am an Italian
Good morning Italy, al dente spaghetti
A partisan as president
With the car radio always in the right hand
And a canary above the window
Good morning Italy with its artists
With too much America on the posters
With songs, with love, with heart
With women always less like nuns
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God, you know I'm here too
Let me sing, with the guitar in hand
Let me sing a song softly, softly
Let me sing because I'm proud
I'm an Italian, a true Italian
Good morning Italy that is not afraid
With mint shaving cream
With a pinstripe suit in blue
And the movie on Sundays on TV
Good morning Italy with espresso coffee
New socks in the top drawer
And the flag at the dry cleaner's
And the Fiat 600 in the body shop
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God, you know I'm here too
Let me sing, with the guitar in hand
Let me sing a song softly, softly
Let me sing because I'm proud
I'm an Italian, a true Italian.