Children's Story


Once upon a time not long ago
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like calcio was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash,
Lockin' up refs and makin' the dash"
They hooked up with refs, trophies came with ease
But son, he couldn't stop it's like he had a disease
He hooked up another and another, De Santis and Carraro
Started to feel like he belonged on top of Kiliminjaro
The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic
He said "Yo, that scudetto I got to have it..."
With lobster in his belly son, he drew up a scheme
But little did he know that his plan would run out of steam
"Whenever you need a favor, you come get me..."
The kid got amped and he starts to figure
"I'm-a get power like all of these other diessi!"
So, he's on the phone workin' 'round the clock
Movin' players around like they were livestock
Cooked up the conspiracy and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the tv station
But he was runnin' and he made a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Zeman
He slowed the young man down and he started: "Yo money,
Yo, why you sellin' lies to the fans and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top floor
Opened up the door then guess who he saw?
Biscardi the blabbering tv host
Who be yapping 'bout beef between referees and Juventus
He said "This one's a dickhead, you got to hit them hard!"
Biscardi said "Thanks" and portrayed them as drunkards
He went outside, was gettin' props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point Rover
Raced up the block doin' 83
His spree came to an end when the cops pulled him over
He winked his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted and made his cupola shatter
"You rockin' crazy players but all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to Olimpico late night is problematic..."
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid "Back down, that cupola shit is dead."
But he lawyered up and decided to blaze on
With shades on they had him astounded and
Before long, the young man got surrounded
They grabbed the SIM cards, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got to end this story
He was out chasin' cream and the juventino dream
Trying to pretend the ends justify the means
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your hands can grasp

Good night!