My name is Pasquale Cafiero
And I'm a brigadier of the prison, alas
My name is Cafiero Pasquale
I've been in Poggio Reale since '53

And at the hundredth bolt
In the evening I feel like a rag
Luckily in the special wing
There's a brilliant man who talks to me

All day with four scoundrels
Bandits, pimps, cuckolds and lackeys
All the hours with this filth
That spits threats and takes it out on me

But in the end I sit down papal
I unbutton and read the newspaper
I consult with Don Raffae'
He explains what I think and we drink coffee

Ah, what a beautiful coffee
Even in prison they know how to make it
With the recipe of Ciccirinella
Cellmate
Given by mom

Front page twenty news
Twenty-one injustices and what does the state do
It is dismayed, indignant, committed
Then it throws in the towel with great dignity
I rack my brains and wipe my forehead
Luckily there is someone who answers me
To that very select immense man
I ask for consent from Don Raffae'

A gentleman who has six children
He asked for a house and they give him advice
The councilor, may God forgive him
Inside the trailers he keeps minks
You just need a move, a voice
This Christ removes the cross from us
With respect it's three o'clock
Do you want the juice or do you want coffee

Ah, what a beautiful coffee
Even in prison they know how to make it
With the recipe that Ciccirinella
Cellmate
Given by mom

Ah, what a beautiful coffee
Even in prison they know how to make it
With the recipe of Ciccirinella
Cellmate
Exactly like mom

Here there is inflation, devaluation
And the stock market is owned by those who own it
I don't have a compendium with that salary
And the double I dream of dad
Add my daughter Innocence
She wants a husband she has no patience
I don't ask for grace for me
I shave you or you do it yourself

You have a camel coat
That at the maxi trial you were the most beautiful
A brown pinstripe suit
So it seemed to us on television
For these weddings please, your excellency
Could you lend me to make a presence
I already have the shoes and the vest
Do you like Campari or do you want coffee

Ah, what a beautiful coffee
Even in prison they know how to make it
With the recipe of Ciccirinella
Cellmate
Given by mom

Ah, what a beautiful coffee
Even in prison they know how to make it
With the recipe of Ciccirinella
Cellmate
Exactly given by mom

Here there is no more decorum the golden prisons
But who has seen them who knows, see here
These are tiring for this the stinkers
They keep immunity

Don Raffae', you politically
I swear to you would be a saint
But here inside you are paying
And outside these others are having fun

By the way, I have a brother
Who has been unemployed for fifteen years and you already know
He has taken forty competitions
Ninety questions and two hundred appeals

You who give comfort and work
Eminence, I kiss you I implore you
He sleeps with mom and me
What a cream of Arabia this coffee is

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