We owe you a bunch, Your exports are lovely, Pistachios to munch, Olives for martinis, Sardines for our toast, Your wine makes us happy, Of that you can boast. Those things are quite welcome, We like them a lot, And we have to tell you They sure hit the spot. We love you for sending us Goodies galore, But we have to tell you We love something more. Even more than the taste treats– You gave us your sons, Piero and Ignazio, Yes, they are the ones. Grown up tall and handsome. Remember them when They played in your backyards? And now they are men. Teamed up with Gianluca They gave us your songs. But they’ll always remember You’re where they belong. You loaned them to us, But you gave them their starts, And now they are planted Quite firm in our hearts. So Sicily, we thank you Sincerely again, For giving us Il Volo Your finest of men.
