La Musica Popolare

Click > Tu vuo’ fa’ l’americano

Puorte ‘e cazune cu nu stemma arreto…na cuppulella cu ‘a visiera aizata…  (Dm7/E7/Am7)  

passa scampanianno pe’ Tuleto   (Dm7/E7/Am7)

comm’a nuguappo, pe’ se fa’ guarda’…Tu vuo’ fa’ l’americano

mericano, mericano…

sient’a mme chi t’ ‘o ffa fa’?tu vuoi vivere alla moda,

ma se bevi “whisky and soda”

po’ te siente ‘e disturba’…

Tu abball’ o’ rocchenroll

tu giochi a baisiboll…ma e solde p’ e’ Ccamel

chi te li da

la borsetta di mamma Tu vuo’ fa’ l’americano

mericano, mericano…

ma si’ nato in Italy!sient’ a mme: 

nun ce sta niente ‘a fa’

ok, napulitan!

tu vuo’ fa’ l’american

tu vuo’ fa’ l’american! 

You want to act like an American

You wear trousers with a logo on the back and a cap with visor up

you walk jingling down the Tuleto

like a Mafioso to get yourself looked atYou want to act American,

American, American

listen to me, who forces you to do it?

You want to be fashionable

but if you drink

“whisky and soda”you will feel “a disturbance” [gastric]

You dance rock ‘n’ roll

you play baseball

but the money for the Camels

who gives it to you? Mamma’s purse. 

You want to act American,

American, American,

but you were born in Italy!

Listen to me, there’s nothing to do

OK, Neapolitan! 

You want to act American x 2

Click > L'italiano

Lasciatemi cantare   (Dm)

Con la chitarra in mano  (Am)

Lasciatemi cantare   (E)

Sono un italiano   (Am)

Buongiorno, Italia, gli spaghetti al dente   (Am)

E un partigiano come presidente   (Am)

Con l'autoradio sempre nella mano destra  (Am)

E un canarino sopra la finestra   (Am/E)

Buongiorno, Italia, con i tuoi artisti

Con troppa America sui manifesti

Con le canzoni, con amore, con il cuore

Con più donne sempre meno suore

Buongiorno, Italia, buongiorno, Maria

Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia

Buongiorno, Dio

Lo sai che ci sono anch'io

Lasciatemi cantare

Con la chitarra in mano

Lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano

Lasciatemi cantare

Perché ne sono fiero

Sono l'italiano

Un italiano vero

Yo

The Italian

Let me sing

With the guitar in hand

Let me sing

I am an Italian

Good morning, Italy, with the spaghetti al dente

And a partisan as president

Always with the autoradio always in your right hand

And a canary above the window

Good morning, Italy, with your artists

With too much America on the billboards

With songs, with love, with heart

With always more women and fewer nuns

Good morning, Italy, good morning, Maria

With those eyes full of melancholy

Good morning, God

You know I'm here too

Let me sing

With this guitar in hand

Let me sing a song slowly

Let me sing

Because I'm proud of it

I am the Italian

A true Italian

Click > Sweet Caroline

Key: A   Capo 2

Where it began   I can't begin to know when   (A/D)

But then I know it's growin' strong    (A/E)

Was in the spring   And spring became the summer   (A/D)

Who'd have believed you'd come along?      (A/E)

Hands   Touchin' hands    Reachin' out   (A/A6)

Touchin' me, touchin' you     (E/D/E)

[Chorus]

Sweet Caroline  Good times never seemed so good  (A/D/E)

I've been inclined  To believe they never would  (A/D/E)

But now I   (D/Bm)

Look at the night

And it don't seem so lonely

We fill it up with only two

And when I hurt

Hurtin' runs off my shoulders

How can I hurt when holdin' you?

Warm Touching warm  Reachin' out  Touchin' me, touchin' you

Sweet Caroline

Good times never seemed so good

I've been inclined    

To believe they never would   Oh no, no      Chorus x 3 

Click > Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)

F*** x 2

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road              (G/C/D)

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go   (G/C/D)

So make the best of this test and don't ask why   (Em/D/C/G)

It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time    (Em/D/C/G)

[Chorus]

It's something unpredictable but in the end is right (Em/G/Em/G)

I hope you had the time of your life   (Em/D/G)

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial

For what it's worth, it was worth all the while

[Chorus]

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right

I hope you had the time of your life

[Chorus]

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right

I hope you had the time of your life

[Chorus]

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right

I hope you had the time of your life