Che dritta! - What a Line!

Si chiama Gabriella Le piace far la bulla Non fuma le mentola Si fa bruciar la gola Per la miseria, che dritta Se vede un fusto si butta Si mette a fare la gatta Mi fa venir la cotta Ma senza la Giulietta Niente da far Well, lei vuole il tipo sui trenta Capelli tinta polenta Con la guardata da tonto Meglio se violento Che sappia far la grinta Se vuol baciar È una donna con le gambe supersoniche Ha le curve del circuito di Indianapolis Se ti bacia, quando bacia sono brividi Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, bella, bella, bella, bella Per la miseria, che dritta Cintura nera di lotta Ha fatto fare una brutta A John faccia di latta Che volle far la sfida Ballando il rock È una donna con le gambe supersoniche Ha le curve del circuito di Indianapolis Se ti bacia, quando bacia sono brividi Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, bella, bella, bella, bella Per la miseria, che dritta Cintura nera di lotta Ha fatto fare una brutta A John faccia di latta Che volle far la sfida Ballando il rock Ballando il rock Ballando il rock Che dritta! © 1960 Lyrics: Mauro Coppo; Music: Giulio Libano

Her name is Gabriella, she likes being a bully. She doesn’t smoke menthols, it makes her throat burn. For cryin’ out loud, what a line. If she sees a hunk, she pounces, she gets ready to cat around. She makes me get a crush, but without the Giulietta nothing to do. Well, she wants an early-30s type, hair dyed the color of polenta with the look of a doofus, better if violent, who knows how to be determined if he wants to kiss. She’s a woman with supersonic legs, she has Indianapolis speedway curves. If she kisses you, when she kisses there are goosebumps, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, fine, fine, fine, fine. For cryin’ out loud, what a line. Black belt of battle, she made John look bad, John, tin-faced, who wanted to make a challenge, rock dancing. She’s a woman with supersonic legs, she has Indianapolis speedway curves. If she kisses you, when she kisses there are goosebumps, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, fine, fine, fine, fine. For cryin’ out loud, what a line. Black belt of battle, she made John look bad, John, tin-faced, who wanted to make a challenge, rock dancing, rock dancing, rock dancing. English translation © 2021 Dennis Criteser Furore was Celentano's second album, released at the end of 1960 just before he went into military service. The album is mostly a collection of previously released singles, with arrangements and backing again by Giulio Libano and his orchestra.