Whatever you might think of me
I’m always here for you
No matter what you might believe

I want the best for you
Everyone needs a break from time to time
Something to give something to fall into line
Something to go your way

I hope it goes your way
A little luck a little faith a little help
I wish you everything you been wishing for yourself
Here’s to you
Fingers crossed

That two-dollar lotto ticket, just might be the key
Might be the answer to your prayers
Might not be all it’s cracked up to be

Take a good look around you every now and then
Make the time for your family and your friends
The ones who are there for you
Are always there for you

A little luck, A little faith a little help
I wish you everything you been wishing for yourself
Here’s to you
Fingers crossed

Don’t be too proud to reach out and take my hand
You’d only do the dame for me
You don’t have to face the big bad wolf on your own
You don’t have to be Hercules
A little luck, A little faith a little help
I wish you everything you been wishing for yourself
Here’s to you
Fingers crossed
Here’s to you
Fingers crossed

I’ll only let you down again
Like I did before
Treat you like a clown again
You don’t need this no more
You should know by now
Just what I am
You’ve heard it all before, the last time
I’ll only make you cry again
Like I did before
I’ll only tell you lies again
You shouldn’t take it no more
You should know by now
Just who I am

You’ve seen it all before, the last time

I’ll only make you smile again
Like I did before
Make it all worthwhile again
Then maybe more
You should know by now
Just what I am

I promised you before, the last time

You fall in love with me again
Like you did before
But when I’m not who you want me to be again
You won’t love me no more

If you don’t know by now, just who I am
You’ve heard it all before, you’ve seen it all before, we’ve done all this before, the last time

And I don’t think we should go through all this again

Italiano:
A Londra sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Londra sono stato a mangiare un po’ di gnocchi.
Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia, dei gnocchi cosi cotti,
Che sembrano cemento!
A Parigi sono stato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Parigi sono stato a mangiare maccheroni.
Il cuoco mi ha servito, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
Tre scarsi maccheroni, che del gusto solo l’ombra!
Ah, Mamma!
Ah Mamma
!Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta,
Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro,
Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa
Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni.
Dei ravioli, dei tortellini,
E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va,
Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso,
Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.
A Pechino loro fanno, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Pechino loro fanno
Stranissimi spaghetti.
Mangiar con le bacchette, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
Ma mangiar con le bacchette, c'è da diventar matto!
A Miami ho ordinato, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
A Miami ho ordinato
Pesto e parmigiano.
E che mi hanno portato? Mamma mia, Mamma mia,
E che mi hanno portato?
Ketchup e coca cola!Ah, Mamma!
Ah Mamma mia, la tua pasta,
Al po-po-po-po-po-po-po-mo-do-ro,
Nessuno la fà, con la tua salsa
Con pep-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-ron-ni.
Dei ravioli, dei tortellini,
E l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-l'o-glio d'o-li-va,
Da mamma mamma mia, io son' in paradiso,
Da mam-ma mam-ma mi-a, io son in pa-pa-ra-diso.

Français:
Je suis allé à Londres, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Londres manger des gnocchis.Le chef m’a servi, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Des gnocchis tellement cuits,Qu’on aurait dit du ciment.
Je suis allé à Paris, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Je suis allé à Paris manger des maccheronis.Le chef m’a servit, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Trois pauvres maccheronis, qui n’avait que l’ombre de leur goût
!
Ah Mamma mia, tes pâtesAux tomates,Personne ne sait la faireAvec ta sauce aux piments.Des raviolis, des tortellinis,Et l’huile d’olive,De maman, Mamma mia, je suis au paradis
A Pekin il font, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Pekin il fontD’étranges spaghettis.Manger avec les baguettes, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Mais manger avec les baguettes, c’est à devenir fou

A Miami j’ai commandé, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,A Miami j’ai commandé,Du pesto et du parmesan.Et qu’est-ce qu’ils m’ont apporté
?Du ketchup et du coca cola
!!

English:
I went to London, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to London and ate gnocchi.The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Gnocchi so overcookedYou’d have thought it was cement.
I went to Paris Mamma mia, Mamma mia,I went to Paris and ate maccheroni,
The chef served me, Mamma mia, Mamma mia,Three poor maccheroni, a pale shadow.
Ah
!Mamma mia,

your pastaWith tomatoes,No one, can make it your spicy sauceMamma’s ravioli, tortellini,And olive oilMamma mia I am in heaven
In Peking they make Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Peking they make strange spaghettiTo eat with chopsticks,

Mamma mia, Mamma mia,But to eat with chopsticks is to go crazy.
In Miami I ordered Mamma mia, Mamma mia,In Miami I orderedPesto and parmesan.And what did they bring me?Ketchup and a Coca cola!!

ItalianoDivent' un uomo fatto,
Lei torna ragazza,
ma quanto sto bene,
quando quando
ma quanto sto bene,
quà , tra le braccia di tua madre!

Ha la pudore d'una bimba,
E la dolcezza d'una mamma,
l'appettito di una leonessa,
e l'esperienza d'una regina, ah...

Le pesche non mi piacciono se sono verdi,
Le pere, non mi piacciono se sono dure,
le donne sono com' i frutti,
migliore se sono mature.
Lei sa placar' il mio ardore
Posso gli aprir' il mio cuore,
Dice che io la faccio ridere
ma non mi parla di matrimonio!

Français

Je deviens un homme mûr
Elle redevient jeune fille
Mais qu’est-ce que je me sens bien

Quand, quand
Qu'est-ce que je suis bien
Là, dans les bras de ta mère

Elle a la pudeur d'une enfant
Et la douceur d'une mère
L'appétit d'une lionne
Et l'expérience d'une reine, ah...

Les pêches ne me plaisent pas si elles sont vertes
Les poires ne me plaisent pas si elles sont dures
Les femmes sont comme les fruits
Meilleures quand elles sont mûres

Elle sait calmer mon ardeur
Je peux lui ouvrir mon cœur
Elle dit que je la fais rire
Mais ne parle pas de mariage.

English

I am becoming a mature man
She is becoming a young girl
How good I feel
When when
How good I feel
Here in your mother’s arms

She has a child’s modesty
And a sweetness of a mother
The appetite of a lioness
And the experience of a queen, ah…

I don’t like peaches when they’re green
I don’t like pears when they’re hard
Women are like fruit
Better when they are ripe

She knows how to cool my ardour
I can open my heart to her
She says that I make her laugh
But don’t talk to me about marriage