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
Indiskret - Bunga Bunga Lyrics
Indiskret - Bunga Bunga Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Jan Möller
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid