La ballerina del carillon - Luciano Ligabue

Il night chiude alle tre

Manda a nanna il professore

Donne con lui non ce n'è

È fatto così, non vuol pagare

Ma nanananana è un compleanno su cui passare

E nanananana brinda al suo pendolo ed al suo din-don

Si alza la ballerina del carillon

L’ombra dipende dal neon

Pensa la spogliarellista

E, intanto, stima il cammeo

Che una tipa tiene in vista

Ma, nanananana il seno casca e un cliente fischia

E, nanananana balla più in fretta e lancia cotillons

Gira la ballerina del carillon

Sul piano del piano bar

Ci son troppe poche mance

E, allora, va avanti a suonare

Un pezzo buono per la pancia

Ha, nanananana le dita gialle fra il bianco e il nero

E, nanananana forse un pò si diverte sul giro in sol

Balla la ballerina del carillon

The night closes at three

Send the professor to sleep

There are no women with him

That's it, he doesn't want to pay

But nanananana is a birthday to pass by

And nanananana toasts his pendulum and his din-don

The dancer of the music box gets up

The shade depends on the neon

Think stripper

And, in the meantime, he estimates the cameo

That a girl keeps in sight

But, nanananana the breasts drop and a customer whistles

And, nanananana dances faster and throws cotillons

Turn the ballerina of the music box

On the piano bar

There are too few tips

And, then, she goes on to play

A good piece for the belly

Ha, nanananana yellow fingers between white and black

And, nanananana maybe a little fun on the G ride

Dance the music box dancer