[Lyrics of "Come to Dance in Apulia" ft. Al Bano]

[Intro]
Dolphins go to dance on beaches (On beaches)
Elephants go to dance in unknown boneyards (Unknown)
Clouds go to dance on the horizon (On the horizon)
Trains go to dance in paid-entrance museums (Paid-entrance)
How about you, where do you go to dance?

[Chorus]
Come dance in Apulia, Apulia, Apulia
I shiver like a leaf, leaf, leaf
Keep your chin up when you pass next to the crane
Because it may happen that it breaks and tumbles down

[Verse 1]
Hey, tourist, I know that you’re staying in this italic place
Beware, you cross the bordеr, but this land sends you to the mental hospital
Adriatic and Ionian Sеa, you want to breathe in the Iodine
But here in the gulf there’s a stench of sulfur, because the devil is coming
One hell of a tan with ILVA’s dioxine
You get polka dots redder than Milva and then you look like the Pimpa
Here in the zone they deal the sweetest deaths
There’s the ones who smoked ENI’s poisons, who worked and slipped into a coma
Even the Gargano is smoking, with all those lit up forests
Tourist, you dance and you sing, I count up the victims of this country
Where the crafty ones who do business, no, they don’t pay attention to expenses
They think that the Kyoto Protocol is a japanese adult movie
[Chorus]
Come dance in Apulia, Apulia, Apulia
Where the night is dark, dark, dark
So much that you close your eyelids and you never open them again
Come to dance here and do absolutely nothing as well
You have to dance in Apulia, Apulia, Apulia
I shiver like a leaf, leaf, leaf
Keep your chin up when you pass next to the crane
Because it may happen that it breaks and tumbles down

[Post-Chorus]
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La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

[Verse 2]
It’s true, we do party here, but people are depressed and exhausted
I have a friend that, to kill himself, had to get hired in a factory
Between a pole that falls over and a pipe that explodes, in that circle of hell who works is killed
And who doesn’t toil away buys themselves the stuff until they break and fill up their grave
Come to dance, comrade, in the tomato fields
Where the mafia enslaves the workers and if you strike you’re out
Romanians crammed up in cubbyholes like peeled tomatoes in tincans
Forced to endure blackmail from great men, but as great as confetti
Tourist, keep your sandals, don’t cause scandals if we’re ungrateful
And we forgot our ancestors are immigrants
We’re mortified, we won’t spoil your trip
Come on, pass by Apulia, pass away!
[Chorus]
Come dance in Apulia, Apulia, Apulia
Where the night is dark, dark, dark
So much that you close your eyelids and you never open them again
Come to dance here and do absolutely nothing as well
You have to dance in Apulia, Apulia, Apulia
Where there waits your executioner, executioner, executioner
On the sides of the streets, more spades than with King Arthur
A borehole opens up and you fall straight down to Beelzebub

[Bridge]
Oh Apulia, my Apulia, you my Apulia
You’re always in my heart whenever I’m away
And then I think I might die when I’m not with you
And then I think I might die with you as well

[Outro]
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La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

[Skit]
Order, order in the court! Mister Rezza Capa is accused of vilification of mass tourism and of infamy towards the front. Does the defendant have anything to rectify?
Not now Mr. Judge, I'm playing video games!