what about Italians then?
Twas the night before Christmas,
Da whole house was mella,
Not a creature was stirrin',
Cuz I had a gun unda da pilla.
When up on da roof
I heard somethin' pound,
I sprung to da window,
To scream, "YO! Keep it down!"
When what to my
Wanderin' eyes should appear,
But da Don Belusconi of all elfs,
And eight friggin' reindeer!
Wit' slicked back black hair,
And a silk red suit,
don Silvio wuz here,
And he brought da loot!
Wit' a slap to dare snouts,
And a yank on dare manes,
He cursed and he shouted,
And he called dem by name.
"Yo Gabriella, Yo Sophie,
Yo Assunta, Yo Carmela,
Ay Isabella, Ay Jolanda,
Ay Loretta, Ay Sienna!"
As I drew out my gun
And hid by da bed,
He flew troo da winda
And slapped me 'side da head.
"What da heck you doin'
Pullin' a gun on da Donna Berlusconi?
Now all you're gettin' is la lingerie,
You friggin' macaroni!"
Den pointin' a fat finga
Right unda my nose,
He twisted his pinky ring,
And up da chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh,
Obscenities screamin',
Away dey all flew,
Before he troo dem a beatin'.
Den I heard him yell out,
What I did least expect,
"Merry Donna' Christmas to all,
And yous better show some respecti!
Cos I'm the Santa Berlusconi