Lyrics - Caruso by Friday Gavin

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!
Your 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 my lord,
I'm so bored, what's on the
TV?
Do we really need these pissy popstars
When there's not enough of me!
Oh
Dada, my
Dali, un chien 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.

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