Friday Gavin Caruso lyrics

No, I`m not myself today.
Je suis Salome... I am romantic
Je suis Apollo... I am gigantic
Hey! Stronzo,
I`m standing next to you in the supermarket
Yeah! Your are obvious, I am oblivious

Salome, Apollo, in Technicolour
I walked on the moon to touch the stars,
A legend in my lifetime.
Oh momma! My Rosa! From an early age
I was used and abused, no more those bad reviews
Take me back to `72 my coo ca choo,
Oh! Ignorance was bliss,
Spunk-a-flow, to the joy of my first kiss

I`m not me... I`m not me... I`m not me... not me...
Non sono io!

Oh my lord, I`m so bored, what`s on the TV?
Do we really need these pissy popstars
When there`s not enough of me!
Oh Dada, my Dali, un chien de Lou Lou...
I am the art in your party,
Not a twist cap sniffing bore.
It`s tough in the queue, it`s as unto a platform shoe,
Oh! Trampled underfoot,
I`m Fred Astaire, I face the music and dance.

I`m not me... I`m not me... I`m not me... not me...
No I`m not myself... today

Oh glorioso deliver us not into frustration

Salome, Apollo, in Technicolour,
I walked on the moon to touch the stars.
Hey Stronzo... Ancora!

I`m not me... I`m not me... I`m not me... not me...
Non sono io!
Heave ho... heave ho...

Leonardo! Marlon Brando! Machiavelli!
And Bertolt`s Belly!
A millionaire with curly hair, I`m your burning empire.

Greta Garbo! Andy Warhol! And his jam-roll!
Nero plays his violin, Seezer his accordian

I`m sitting in the bathtub watching the dirty water
Swirl down the plughole... and on my stereo...
..is Caruso.
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