Bunga Bunga

Imagine you would be goddam rich And I mean so really rockin' rich You'd own your own football team Publisher of a big magazine And if you think, that that is not enough You're right, cause there's more of that good stuff You tell the people what to believe and think With your newspaper, radio and TV You'd be so powerful, you never have to care But there is one, who is still more of a heir Oh Berlusconi, what are you for a man? And where do you get this fabulous taint? Oh Berlusconi, who doesn't want to be you? I say Bunga Bunga and everyone's got a clue And you have friends - oh yes you have friends Like Putin and Gaddafi And they are all mighty presidents Very nice people, some living in a tent You are all so closely wired They and the boss of the Milan empire You have the most clicks at AI You are so popular - so why don't I? Oh Berlusconi, what are you for a man? You can buy what and who you want Oh Berlusconi, who doesn't want to be you? I say Bunga Bunga and everyone's got a clue You throw funny parties - children allowed You're the first to get in and the last to get out You can rent DJ Guetta and the ladies as well They came from Africa and the bordello, oh You deliver the promise Hugh Hefner gives And offer lollipop and give a kiss While Ruby took her love into town She enjoyed licking the top of your crown Oh Berlusconi, what are you for a man? Whole Milan is your harem Oh Berlusconi, who doesn't want to be you? I say Bunga Bunga and everyone's got a clue Like every great man in history You've got a pile of enemies They say that you're a liar and a thief But it's so clear, that they are only envy You make the laws as you wish them to be So that no judge can ever make you unfree Oh Silvio, please stay on your way! We're all on your mission and for you we pray! Oh Berlusconi, what are you for a man? The messiah of the sacred roman land Oh Berlusconi, who doesn't want to be you? I say Bunga Bunga and everyone's with you Oh Berlusconi, what are you for a man? The messiah of the sacred roman land Oh Berlusconi, who doesn't want to be you? I say Bunga Bunga and everyone's with you