Che l’elezioni abbiano inizio
sono pronta
come sempre perplessa
leggo liste
destra sinistra
desistra sinostra
I’m your top prime cut of meat, I’m your choice
I wanna be elected
alto basso
grasso magro
I’m your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce
I wanna be elected
con capelli pelato
con barba sbarbato
Kids want a savior, don’t need a fake
I wanna be elected
femmina maschio
gay trans
We’re all gonna rock to the rules that I make
I wanna be elected elected elected
ladro onesto
lavoratore parassita
elected elected elected
elected elected elected
stringo forte la matita
mi gira la testa
I wanna be elected, elected, elected,
Hallelujah, I wanna be selected,
Vorrei che un’astronave aliena mi risucchiasse e mi risputasse nello spazio più profondo
“And if I am elected
I promise the formation of a new party
A third party, the Wild Party!
I know we have problems,
We got problems right here in Central City,
We have problems on the North, South, East and West,
New York City, Saint Louis, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Detroit, Chicago,
Everybody has problems,
And personally, I don’t care.”
Racconto e cartolina di Sylvie Freddi
