Lyrics:
Para Papa

? Il Signore e mia luce e mia salvezza, di chi avro paura? Il Signore e difesa della mia vita, di chi avro timore? Ascolta, Signore, la mia voce.

papa was a hobo when they delivered me We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery Papa

Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies

Sing for your supper And you'll get breakfast Songbirds always eat If their song is sweet to hear Sing for your luncheon And you'll get dinner Dine with

Pennies for papa, the little boy cried We have no place to call home Papa is blind, sir, and fast growing old Mama has left us alone Once we had friends

Perche papa, papa perche Il sangue (Non) Mi va in vino Perche papa, papa perche Non ho uno spirito divino E perche sono stanco Come se fossi in viaggio

What we need isn't systems Or regulating plans But bigger guns to shoot with And a bigger type of man Ill will For good or ill, my iron will Is unrivaled

In my traveling heart, there's an urge to see Foreign lands, alien birds and new stories that no one heard To stick a pin in the globe and to believe

Rich & free, and a life beyond worries Time like words can be wasted too much Tried to cut his own wrist with an electric razor It's a disease no doctor