| My birth I can hardly remember
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| But I remember from the start
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| My midwives looking at each other
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| «Wow, this boy is born with singing heart»
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| All doors for him will now fly open
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| For everybody loves a nut
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| It’s true once they threw me in trenches
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| Front line amigos sure love that
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| Malandro, Malandro, Malandrino
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| Truffaldo, Truffaldo, Truffaldino
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| Malandro, Malandro, Malandrino
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| I was born with singing heart
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| Those midwives were like politicians
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| To bickering they were so proud
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| One said, «Life is beautiful gift, boy»
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| Other one said, «Government loan»
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| I still don’t know which one is right girl
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| And you know I don’t really care
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| I got to keep my heart a-singing
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| And for that anything I’ll dare
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| Oh, for that anything, anything I’ll dare
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| Malandro, Malandro, Malandrino
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| Truffaldo, Truffaldo, Truffaldino
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| Malandro, Malandro, Malandrino
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| I was born with singing heart
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| kreks feks peks
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| kreks feks peks
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| kreks feks peks
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| And make-up sex
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| Malandro, Malandro, Malandrino
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| Truffaldo, Truffaldo, Truffaldino
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| Malandro, Malandro, Malandrino
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| I was born with singing heart |