Let me sing, I have a guitar in my hand Let me sing, I am an Italian Good morning Italy, spaghetti al dente And a partisan as president With the car radio always in the right hand A canary above the window Good morning Italy, with your artists With too much America on the posters With songs, with love, with the heart With more women and less noise Good morning Italy, good morning Maria With the eyes full of melancholy Good morning God, you know I'm here too Let me sing, I have a guitar in my hand Let me sing a song, slowly, slowly Let me sing, because I'm proud of it I'm an Italian, a real Italian Good morning Italy, don't be afraid And with the cream on your beard, the mint With a dress on the blue And the purple love, the Dominican too Good morning Italy, with the restricted coffee New stockings in the first drawer With the flag in ink And a 600 down from the body shop Good morning Italy, good morning Maria With the sweet eyes of melancholy Good morning God, you know I'm here too Let me sing, I have a guitar in my hand Let me sing a song, slowly, slowly Let me sing, because I'm proud of it I'm an Italian, a real Italian Na na na na... Na na na na... Na na na na na... Na na na na na... Na na na na na... Na na na na na... Lasciatemi cantare Con la chitarra in mano Lasciatemi cantare Una canzone piano piano Lasciatemi cantare Perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano Un italiano vero Grazie per l'attenzione