Testi:
La Vechia Singer

I don't know I'm born, I'm only young I don't have a choice, you know I'm only young I'm getting older, I'm getting smaller Everybody tells you, "you

gotta do boy I'm gonna tan you alive I was glued to the radio listening to my hero singing those sad old songs Singing them sadder than a one car funeral nobody sings

Tengo unos zapatos viejos y no los quiero tirar aunque tienen agujeros los aprecio de verdad ellos son mi historia mi pena y mi gloria son mi personalidad

Vieni qui tutti i giorni a far l'amore Ed io ti aspetto sai per far passare le ore Racconti cose di donna sola E in fretta scosti le lenzuola Ma mi basta

Dale, dale con el look, pero no te mires como captain Cook, dale, dale con el look, pero no te mires como Captain Cook. Para vos lo peor es la libertad

Wondering if you'd found your peace of mind I guess you'd be proud to know your grandsons Never crossed that Mason-Dixon line And I still sing the old

of the crimes that are mine I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline And all the ladies go moist and the judge has no choice A singer must

Where my memories all come from A good timing song, the kind That makes you wanta sing along A good old fashion hand clapping' Knee slapping, foot tappin' song Sing me, sing

the old songs Like you used to play Oh sing us some of the old songs And roll the years away Lots of old and friendly faces See them walking in Saying sing