We make ourselves known as soon as we arrive
We are tourists by chance, we only speak Italian
We are fashion experts, slippers with pink socks
We leave the bill to be paid at the restaurant by the sea

We sing our national anthem in the streets
From Milan down to Salento, I complain about the weather

All of Spain, Germany, and France hate us
We bring our ignorance to the world
We empty the minibar but don't leave a tip
And we destroy the whole room
We are Italians on vacation
We are Italians on vacation

We wear souvenirs from places we've never been
Compared to Pio & Amedeo, we are much more polite
We've already arrived at the party but we were never invited
We try a bit with everyone even if we are engaged

I order a carbonara but it seems like dog food
I don't know other languages, I talk with my hands anyway

All of Spain, Germany, and France hate us
We bring our ignorance to the world
We empty the minibar but don't leave a tip
And we destroy the whole room
We are Italians on vacation
We are Italians on vacation

But no one knows how to make Neapolitan pizzas
There are no girls as beautiful as us Italians
We were born to travel, but we think about our sea
We pack our bags but we want to return

All of Spain, Germany, and France hate us
We bring our ignorance to the world
We empty the minibar but don't leave a tip
And we destroy the whole room
We are Italians on vacation

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