Il Dritto - Milva, Enzo Jannacci

Festa, nella casa popolare al tre,

Paste, vino in fresco come al tabarin.

Gira, gira gira il giradischi e va,

Solo appoggiato in fondo al muro sta, zitto sta

Il dritto, non voleva ballar, non voleva ballar: guardava.

Il dritto, non sapeva ballar, non sapeva ballar, fingeva.

Diceva lui di odiare l’amore, ma scoppiava il suo cuore

La vita lui no!

La vita si la vita lui lui la prende così.

La vita si la vita lui lui la prende così.

Lampi, son petardi di cartone la,

Tuoni, e la casa sembra un varietà.

Suda, ma la fronte non si asciuga mai,

Gira, gira gira il giradischi e va, ma dove Va…

Il dritto, lui si mise a ballar, lui si mise a ballar da solo.

Il dritto, continuava a gridar, seguitava a gridar: «perdòno».

Diceva di volere l’amore, ma finì contro il muro e la vita finì!

La vita si la vita lui lui la finì così.

La vita si la vita lui lui la finì così.

La vita si la vita lui lui la finì così.

Party, in the council house at three,

Pastes, fresh wine as in tabarin.

Turn, turn, turn the turntable and go,

Only leaning against the wall is, shut up

Straight, he didn't want to dance, he didn't want to dance: he looked.

The forehand, he didn't know how to dance, he didn't know how to dance, he pretended.

He said he hated love, but his heart burst

Life not him!

Life is life he takes it like that.

Life is life he takes it like that.

Lightnings, there are cardboard firecrackers,

Thunder, and the house looks like a variety.

Sweats, but the forehead never dries,

Turn, turn, turn the turntable and go, but where does it go ...

Straight, he started dancing, he started dancing alone.

The obverse, he kept shouting, kept shouting: "I forgive you."

He said he wanted love, but he ended up against the wall and life ended!

Life is life he he ended up like that.

Life is life he he ended up like that.

Life is life he he ended up like that.