For Erasmo: Dickhead

Questa bella canzone sembra scritta apposta per il signor Erasmo.

Noi la dedichiamo a lui con tutto il cuore..

“Dickhead”

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations

Shiny floor, slippery feet
Lights are dim, my eyes can’t meet
The reflection that turns my images
Upside down so I can’t see

Think you know everything
You really don’t know nothing
I wish that you were more intelligent
So you could see that what you are doing
Is so shitty, to me

Thirty five
People couldn’t count
On two hands the amount of times you made me stop
Stop and think why are you being such a dickhead for

Stop being a dickhead,
Why are you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations
Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead,
Why you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations

Stop, now don’t show
Just have a think before you
Will you, stop, now don’t show
Just have a think before you

Will you stop, no don’t show
Just have a think before you
Will you stop, don’t show
Will you just have a think before you

My brain and my bones don’t want to take, this anymore
No my brain and my bones don’t want to take, this anymore
No my brain and my bones don’t want to take with this anymore
No my brain and my bones don’t want to take, this anymore, so

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why are you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations

Why are you being a dickhead for
Stop being a dickhead
Why you being a dickhead for
You’re just fucking up situations

2 thoughts on “For Erasmo: Dickhead

  1. Il sig.Train, noto anglofono, mi dedica una canzone, nella quale così cinguetta:

    Shiny floor, slippery feet
    Lights are dim, my eyes can’t meet
    The reflection that turns my images
    Upside down so I can’t see

    Par di capire, sig.Train, che lei abbia piazzato uno specchio sul pavimento, si sia unto le fidanzate inferiori, rischiando tra l’altro di scivolare, e poi si sia accinto a una perigliosa ma gratificante pratica. Ma si dichiara deluso perché, a causa della pancia, non riesce a vedersi nello specchio (anche l’occhio vuole la sua parte).
    Un consiglio, sig.Train: inchiodi lo specchio sul soffitto, e si stenda sul suo lettino.

    Mi piace

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