Ay, don't boast, yo
Got me trippin' like we in Portorosso
Rollin' in on a Vespa
Ercole thinks he's the best, yuh
It ain't true, though
Nobody better than you, yo
But, bro
Our time in Portorosso
Is gonna end
But what will happen to you, my, ahem, "friend?" (I love you)
Ayy, we're witty
And he's nothin' but shitty
Only thing he feels for us is pity
He should just get out of this fucking city (Bye)
But, us? No
We could never leave Portorosso
Not forever, only temporary
But, on the contrary
We used to think he was scary
But he's a wimp (And for you, I'm a simp)
(Wait, what?)
Machiavelli
Wanted us to go to hell, we
Escaped him a couplе times
But only since he thinks fish is sublimе
I go fishing all the time
(And my love for you is not a crime)