Good morning, dear viewers, and welcome to Afternoon 5
And following: a drug addict from the back,
A drug addict from the side and a drug addict from the ass
Dear Barbara, here I am
I'm Piergiorgio, your big fan
Dr. Giò, you don't know how much you excite me
I've always followed you, sometimes even under your house
In the afternoon on TV, I just want to know
The details of the death of that policeman
Of the one who aborted twins in the clinic
But you shouldn't do live broadcasts from the morgue
In the studio, you've hosted some poor people
Who are dying for fame
But then some poor people arrived
Who are dying of hunger
They can't pay the bills at the end of the month
In your studio, there must be 400 lights on
If there's Crozza on La7, I don't want boobs anymore
But I only think about

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I only think about
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At three in the afternoon, I only have eyes for you
I adopt Santanchè
There's no two without trash
At three in the afternoon, I only have eyes for you
I adopt Santanchè
There's no two without trash
I only think about

Then there's a transsexual from Puerto Rico
But a hair from Fico pulls more
It must be the spotlight
That makes the lights on the redone shine

Reveal to me the secret of Pelù's hair
Then I'll shoot a three-hour special on Dudù
Mussolini has a new battle for women
She's about to organize a retreat on Rome

You do the dirty work that puts on stiletto heels
If you give me your number, I'll make you a baby call, uoh, uoh
Let's save the marò, uoh, uoh, uoh
In India by pedal boat

Barbara, I know that maybe many don't love you
But I don't listen to them, I only look at the ratings and the

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I only think about
You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

At three in the afternoon, I only have eyes for you
I adopt Santanchè, there's no two without trash
At three in the afternoon, I only have eyes for you
I adopt Santanchè, there's no two without trash

I only think about
I only think about
I only think about

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I only think about
You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you-you

At three in the afternoon, I only have eyes for you
I adopt Santanchè, there's no two without trash
At three in the afternoon, I only have eyes for you
I adopt Santanchè, there's no two without trash
I only think about

With culture, you can't eat
But the best-selling books are cookbooks
I have a little brother who wants to be on Big Brother
Boys and girls hope to
Grow up to become Men and Women

Girls now prefer the reality show contestant to the prince charming
By squinting our eyes watching people on TV
Who can't get a subjunctive right, we'll get conjunctivitis
Trash TV pollutes us
Barbara D'Urso, bingo

I only think about

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I only think about
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I only think about

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