Brother Joe! Punky Mohicano!
Brother Joe! Punky Sciamano!
Brother Joe! Where are you now?
Brother Joe! Please, rock this town!
Ehi... e adesso uomo,
i miei vent'anni andati in fumo,
sister rag and mother joy... si...
Ma adesso ognuno per cazzi suoi...
From hero to zero!
per cazzi suoi!
Walker in the morning... Walking on the B-Side!
Walker in the morning... Walking in the sun!
Walker in the morning... Walking in the city!
Walker in the morning... Walking to you!
Brother Joe! Punky Mohicano!
Brother Joe! Punky Sciamano!
Brother Joe! Where are you now?
Brother Joe! Please, rock this town!
E l'ultimo chiuda la porta,
siamo fantasmi di carne adulta.
Ehi... dove sei, Joe?
On the road to rock 'n' roll... to rock 'n' roll !!!
Walker in the morning... Walking on the B-Side!
Walker in the morning... Walking in the sun!
Walker in the morning... Walking in the city!
Walker in the morning... Walking to you!
Brother Joe! Punky Sciamano!
Brother Joe! Tropical gin...
Brother Joe! for the Punky King.
Sull'asfalto di vinile...nessuno ha il tuo stile...
Wake up! Here I am!
For the king is playing the band!
La strada stamattina brilla d'oro finto e urina...
Wake up! Here I am!
For the king is playing the band!
Tra pinte e sigarette, pettorate 77...
Wake up! Wake up!
A little song to you...
Brother Joe! Punky Sciamano!
Brother Joe! Where are you now?
Brother Joe! Please, rock this town!
Ehi... e adesso uomo,
i miei vent'anni andati in fumo,
sister rag and mother joy... si...
Ma adesso ognuno per cazzi suoi...
From hero to zero!
per cazzi suoi!
Walker in the morning... Walking on the B-Side!
Walker in the morning... Walking in the sun!
Walker in the morning... Walking in the city!
Walker in the morning... Walking to you!
Brother Joe! Punky Mohicano!
Brother Joe! Punky Sciamano!
Brother Joe! Where are you now?
Brother Joe! Please, rock this town!
E l'ultimo chiuda la porta,
siamo fantasmi di carne adulta.
Ehi... dove sei, Joe?
On the road to rock 'n' roll... to rock 'n' roll !!!
Walker in the morning... Walking on the B-Side!
Walker in the morning... Walking in the sun!
Walker in the morning... Walking in the city!
Walker in the morning... Walking to you!
Brother Joe! Punky Sciamano!
Brother Joe! Tropical gin...
Brother Joe! for the Punky King.
Sull'asfalto di vinile...nessuno ha il tuo stile...
Wake up! Here I am!
For the king is playing the band!
La strada stamattina brilla d'oro finto e urina...
Wake up! Here I am!
For the king is playing the band!
Tra pinte e sigarette, pettorate 77...
Wake up! Wake up!
A little song to you...