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Ma Pippo, Pippo non lo sa
che quando passa ride tutta la città
e le sartine,
dalle vetrine,
gli fan mille mossettine.
Ma lui con grande serietà
saluta tutti, fa un inchino e se ne va.
Si crede bello
come un Apollo
e saltella come un pollo.
Sopra il cappotto porta la giacca
e sopra il gilè la camicia.
Sopra le scarpe porta le calze,
non ha un botton
e con le stringhe tien su i calzon.
Ma Pippo, Pippo non lo sa
e serio, serio se ne va per la città.
Si crede bello
come un Apollo
e saltella come un pollo.
E Pippo, Pippo non lo sa
che quando passa ride tutta la città
e le sartine,
dalle vetrine,
gli fan mille mossettine.
Sopra il cappotto porta la giacca
e sopra il gilè la camicia.
Sopra le scarpe porta le calze,
non ha un botton
e con le stringhe tien su i calzon.
Ma Pippo, Pippo non lo sa
e serio, serio se ne va per la città.
Si crede bello
come un Apollo
e saltella come un pollo.
Si crede bello
come un Apollo
e saltella come un pollo!
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But Pippo, Pippo doesn't know it
but when he walks by, the whole town laughs,
and the little seamstresses,
in the shop windows,
make a thousand funny faces.
But he very seriously,
greets everyone, bows and leaves.
He thinks he’s gorgeous,
like the god Apollo,
and hops along like a chicken.
Over his coat, he wears his jacket,
and over his vest, his shirt.
Over his shoes, he wears his socks,
his buttons are missing,
and with strings he holds up his trouser legs.
But Pippo, Pippo doesn't know it
and with great seriousness he goes through the town.
He thinks he’s gorgeous,
like the god Apollo,
and hops along like a chicken.
But Pippo, Pippo doesn't know it
but when he walks by, the whole town laughs,
and the little seamstresses,
in the shop windows,
make a thousand funny faces.
Over his coat, he wears his jacket,
and over his vest, his shirt.
Over his shoes, he wears his socks,
his buttons are missing,
and with strings he holds up his trouser legs.
But Pippo, Pippo doesn't know it
and with great seriousness he goes through the town.
He thinks he’s gorgeous,
like the god Apollo,
and hops along like a chicken.
He thinks he’s gorgeous,
like the god Apollo,
and hops along like a chicken!
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