I don't want to hear it People are watching, but I don't want to see it I'm far from here, but I can't speak People are tired, and I don't want to look at them People are not, but I don't want to hear them And if they stop to think, I'm all ready to rest Mmm, Napoletano, Trumpo Napoletano Mmm, Napoletano, Trumpo Napoletano Mmm, no, no Too much Napoletana makes me want to come to Milan Too much Napoletana makes me want to go to Sparta Yes, when I speak, I move this hand Yes, I don't speak Italian Too much Napoletana, if I think today, I don't suffer I want you to come, let's make a beautiful savanna Too much Napoletana, you look like a Martian When his body arrives in Lombard The chalets smell of January A mandolin in the middle of this hand This is the destiny of Napoletano Napoletano, Trumpo Napoletano Mmm, no, no Napoletano, Trumpo Napoletano Mmm, no, no Napoletano