Caruso

No, i'm not myself today

Je suis salome.... i am romantic

Je suis apollo.... i am gigantic

Hey! stronzo

I'm standing next to you in the supermarket

Yeah! you are obvious. i am oblivious

Salome, apollo, in technicolour

I walked on the moon to touch the stars

A legend in my lifetime

Oh momma! my rosa! from an early age

I was used and abused, no more those bad reviews

Take me back to '72 my coo ca choo

Oh! ignorance was bliss

Spunk-a-flow, to the joy of my first kiss

I'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me....

Non sono io!

Oh mi lord, i'm so bored, what's on the t.v.?

Do we really need these pissy pop stars

When there's not enough of me!

Oh dada, my dali, un chen de lou lou....

I am the art in your party

Not a twist cap sniffing bore

It's tough in the queue, it's as unto a platform shoe

Oh! trampled underfoot

I'm fred astaire, i face the music and dance

I'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me....

No i'm not myself....today

Oh glorioso deliver us not into frustration

Salome, apollo, in technicolour

I walked on the moon to touch the stars

Hey stronzo.... ancora!

I'm not me.... i'm not me.... i'm not me.... not me....

Non sono io!

Heave ho.... heave ho....

Leonardo! marlon brando! machiavelli!

And bertolt's belly!

A millionaire with curly hair, i'm your burning empire

Greta garbo! andy warhol! and his jam-roll!

Nero plays his violin, seezer his accordian

I'm sitting in the bathtub watching the dirty water

Swirl down the plughole.... and on my stereo....

....is caruso