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Italians don't know how to queue, They're not civilised like me and you.
They don't seem to get what I'm trying to do,
When I try to form a nice orderly queue.
They just crowd up, like it's a school canteen, It's a total *** mess, like you've never
seen. "First come, first served" means nothing here,
You've got to fight your way through twenty old dears.
No-one told me when I got on the plane, that I'd have to face this struggle every
*** day. I know it's "first world problems" but it's
*** insane, I know I'm gonna stab a *** one of these
days.
There's a lot of things I'll miss about Italian life,
People are so friendly and the views are nice. But when I'm back on British soil,
I know I'll find fewer things to make my blood boil.
Because Italians don't know how to queue, They're not civilised like me and you.
They don't seem to get what I'm trying to do,
When I try to form a nice orderly queue.