Shout! (shout!)
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong

Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

...tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up...
Gulemo dilemma
Gulemo dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the babaumba beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the babaumba heat
It's the african queen, we got the summer night grand

Her name was julie
When she took me on a ride in her old chevrolet
Straight into a dusty sundown
I knew she was gonna make up one of her stories
And then she couldn't believe that I told her
How much I love her lies and how much I love her games
Riding on the highway
You're going much too far
You're lying so much better
When you drive a car
You're lying 'til the sundown
So look into my face

This is the 3rd of june, 1988
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over manhattan
In a downtown far away, mr. toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was slow and tired
The wall street boys wearing their ties around their neck
Like boxer's towels after a fight
Mr. toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop

The summertime has gone
You'll never ever be alone
You are my sun
All the strangers in time
Please call me later tonight
Cause I'm waiting for love
The summertime has gone
You'll never ever be alone
You are my sun
In the darkness of time
The night is so long
You'll never ever be alone
The summertime has gone
You'll never ever be alone
When you are crying
And the moon starts to shine

Shout! (shout!)
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Count on me I'm gonna win the race
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Room-dah-bee-boom the whippering dong
Now shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Shut the door keep down to south
Not any track is turning but the race is in my head
I'm attacking the illusion but the stopping drives me mad

Cari spettatori,
Amici del variete (intende: Varieta)
Calorissimo pubblico (intende: Calorosissimo)
Buona sera qui al Stella Matto. (intende: Allo Stella Matto - forse un vecchio
night di Roma)
Nella prima parte del programma
Venuta direttamente dal Cairo
la famosissima Lolita del Sudan,
una danzatrice del ventre
Accompagnato come sempre (intende: Accompagnata)