All language subtitles for cetto-ce-senzadubbiamente-2019.

Gentlemen, the wait is over.

The failure of the Republic
is there for all to see.

-The country is in disarray.

-The moment has never been so auspicious
to put a king back in command.

-We all agree on this.

The time is right,

but the conflict over the descent to
the throne has never been resolved.

- The protagonist is missing.
- You're right, we don't have a king.

Who do we put?

-Venanzio, what do you say?

I say it's true.

We need to find the right man.

♪ Windy desire

<♪ Of a distant land

<♪ Forced me to leave her

<♪ A fate buttana

♪ But every now and then I take it

♪ The cagnola sadness

♪ And if you love me

♪ Bring the gun back to me

♪ Bum bum bum we
shot the cuckold ♪

♪ Bum bum bum ♪

♪ That was not silent ♪

♪ Bum bum bum ♪

♪ If you don't want
to go wrong bum bum bum ♪

♪ In the belly you have to shoot him ♪

Now he is silent.

Applause!

For me? No, you are too kind.

Singing is a hobby for me,
like shooting "on the other hand".

Is everything ok in Germany?
Related business? Are you all right?

It is a land of great opportunities,

Not like Italy,
which has now become a depilated country.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm done with
politics and pure with my country.

I am German, of course.
I am Calabrian-German.

In Germany my business
proceeds straight like a shot.

My places are always full and nobody
asks for pineapple on pizza anymore.

Hello, Jet, how's it going?

Oranges and wine
supplies arrive tomorrow.

- OK thanks. "Aut Wiedersehen".
- "Aut Baiancm" to you too.

Hi. Say hello to Petra.

As they speak badly,
for me they don't understand each other.

It's true.

Here everyone loves
me, in town I command,

and Germany really
welcomed me with open legs.

Here the money runs and nobody
asks you where it came from.

From where, not from
where, it doesn't matter.

Here the mafia is a mark of quality.

It is like Parmesan
cheese and "pilu". True?

Occasionally there is
some problem with the Tax Office,

but they are skirmishes,
innocent escapades.

Our cash flows

have suspected the inspector
of "Staatskasse Finanzamt".

II Tax.

It's one thing to launder money...

Another thing is to do in black.

"Keine schwarz",
with black they get pissed in Germany.

Because of racism?

Here I found home, family and love,
thanks to Petra, the "pilu" of my eyes.

Come on, tell your friends.

Yes, we have a very sweet
and peaceful little girl,

a real angel.

Hey, Daddy's beautiful pebble!

Is it normal that she always cries?

The in-laws also welcomed me
with the typical German affection.

Should we come to your
parents every Sunday morning?

I felt the feeling that I
want to shoot after coffee.

Don't say nonsense.
Hello, dad.

Don't you think it's a bit loud
music, Fosco? Music, volume.

"Ach so", beautiful music. Richard Wagner.

Don't you feel a little too loud?
II volume.

Isn't it tall? Music.

"Ach so", beautiful music.

- Richard Wagner.
- Yup.

Wagner.

I have a feeling that your
parents are poking me.

They love you for me.

Some wine, please.

"In short," I am
a satisfied man. In cash.

So, "quindamente",
live Germany and fuck Italy.

Do you want to try and
put her to bed, love?

Let's see.

But did you have it checked?
Maybe it can only be a screw.

- She's just sleepy, just put her to bed.
- Yup.

Keep the pacifier. Here.
Here you go. Keep the pacifier.

Hello?

- Cetto.
- Eh?

And for you.

- From Italy, Comare Lina.
- No, Comare Lina no.

Tell her that they are not
there and that you are not you.

Call for Aunt Nunziata.

Here.

Hello?

Do not tell me.

So bad?

How much?

Much.

I'll be right there.

Right away, yes.

Arrival.

Aunt Nunziata is dying,
we must leave "immediately".

The first plane is tomorrow
morning around 10, check.

We can't wait.

He is dying "orally". I call Pino
and we leave by car. Immediately.

- Petra, "hello".
- "Hello".

Gunhild!

How's it going?

- And the hair?
- I don't know.

In the country they don't let me in blond.

Don't worry, "aunt" dies
aunt, let's go back.

Hi, Pebble of my heart. Hello.

Hi, go.

Say hello to your parents.

- Hello!
- Hello!

Oh slow.

Revenue.

Aunt?

- Is she still alive?
- It's like God wants.

He's resting.

Forever?

No.

Hello. Bye Bye.

Hello.

Petra. Pine tree. Wait here.

Take a seat.

"Saint Mary, mother of God..."

"And blessed is the
fruit of your womb, Jesus."

"Pray for us sinners..."

Come in.

"Amen".

Come in.

"Saint Mary, mother of God"

"pray for us sinners
now and in the hour..."

It seems to me that she is still alive.

"Amen".

"Holy Mary, mother of
God, pray for us sinners"

"now and at the hour of our
death, amen."

Aunt.

- Cetto, come closer.
- Yup.

I haven't seen you in two weeks.

Two weeks and five
years to be precise.

Ah!

- Sit here.
- Thank you

- I have to tell you something very important.
- Yes, aunt.

Before I die...

You must know the truth,

the whole truth,
nothing but the truth.

I swear.

My sister, your mother,
was a skilled embroiderer.

He had golden hands.

The evil ones said: "Not only the hands".

"Infactly" one evening 50 years
ago, crossing the woods,

your mother went to deliver some
wonderful embroidered sheets

to the castle of the nobleman
who had commissioned them.

The case took

that opening the castle
door was not the service.

- It was not.
- It was not.

- It was not.
- No.

Who opened the door for you, aunt?

The prince himself.

Your mother delivered
the embroidered sheets,

but the prince wanted to detain her

to congratulate him on the
superfine work he had done.

-He also offered her a glass of Anisetta.

- Also due. Even three.
- And they lived happily ever after.

Aunt, can we get to the
point, to "please"?

Let's try, shake.

The prince said to her,
"Your sheets are very beautiful,"

"but will they also be
made of sturdy canvas?"

-At this point your
mother is wounded in pride

and said, "Prince,
so you offend me."

The prince, then,
did not miss the opportunity

and asked her to test the inside
of the sheets, both of them.

Try them from the inside.

Cetto, so that you don't like hearing
these things from your mother.

She was a cheerful, amusing
woman, even among the sheets.

Do you want me to explain myself better?
Your mother was a slut.

Yes, aunt, please. Do we want to
get to the moral of this story?

It is darkening, it is dark.
It is darkening.

- Cetto, you are children of love.
- Yup.

- But you're also the son of a prince.
- But also the son of "buttana", if you want.

Peace to his soul, has passed.

Sorry, aunt.

My father was not a
street bleach salesman

who passed by the van every
15 days and then disappeared?

No, that was a lie

we used to say to a poor kid always
asking, "Who is my father?"

You could have invented a more
perfumed story than bleach.

Every time I see a ladder washed I
am moved by thinking of my father.

- The truth is, you are a prince.
- Yes sure. And you are Pocahontas.

-Hi, hi. Hello.

- Then? How did you find it?
- Male.

He told me a fairy
tale, it never happened.

Let's go find Melo
in the "meantime",

I want to review my country.

- "Meanly"?
- Yes, it's Italian.

Do you see that you are learning
little by little? Brava.

The Old Marina has now
become the New Marina.

Apple tree! Apple tree! Mayor Meluzzo!

How the fuck do you get in? Apple tree!

Doors of Shit.

But what way is it?
Want to quit with this casino?

- We are looking for Melo, with permission.
- The mayor is working.

Thank you.

Cetto, it's you!
I did not recognize you!

Pure I dressed did not recognize you.

Always Think? Armies?

No, Cetto, now I'm married.
That's my husband over there.

Yes. Are you married
right around the clock?

Just married. Come on, Catherine.

-We close the gallery,
we enter "trending topic".

Because we play like a local TAV, don't we?

Mayor Meluzzo! "Picciriddu"!

Pope? Pope!

Come on you grew up! Come here.

How nice to see you again,
Melo, our young mayor.

I'm coming.

Meluzzo, I introduce you
Petra, basically your new mom.

Nice to meet you, Melo La Qualunque.

- Look, it's all changed, Melo.
- Yes, there is quite a stir.

What happened?
Why did they close the street?

A landslide or a collapse? I want
to guess: a bomb in front of a shop?

No, the center is closed
to traffic every day.

It's the future,
you can't go on with the machines.

Do we go on foot and
have microfractures come?

With bike sharing.

Meluzzo, do you want to tell me that
nobody steals these yellow things?

Some, dad, at the beginning were 200.

- And now?
- They will be about thirty scarce.

- What the fuck are these streets?
- Cycle paths.

We have done 12 kilometers.

There are yes and not three kilometers
of normal roads in the country

and you want 12 cycle paths?

"Cazzu, cazzu".

I don't understand, it was here. It has always
been here. Where did the club go, Melo?

- It has been closed.
- Why did they close it?

Various reasons, but above all
because the junta has banned hunting.

- To come? It is forbidden to ban hunting.
- No here, Dad.

I told you, there is turmoil.

Where are the friends of the club?

Those who are still on the loose
find themselves at the bowling club.

To the bowling club?

Eh, caini!

Cetto!

Come here!

Cetto!

Get the chair. So, are you all right?

Your return is a holy hand.

You can't imagine that they
combined in this country.

Now we have no-vax who
are against vaccinations,

the no taxes that are
against municipal taxes

and non-GDPs are against prostitution.

This cannot be done.

There is even talk
of putting the chili.

Really?

Cetto, you must know: in Marina
Nuova they did not make the sewers

because they say they pollute.

Oh well, the sewers are not a
problem, we are going uphill.

You don't understand,
there are no toilets in the suitcases.

They spent all the money
on turnstiles and WiFi.

Every bullshit they read on their
mobile phone turns it into a resolution.

Enough, it's obvious.
This shows that democracy no longer works.

You understood it too.

At this "purposefully", there are news.

Really?

You remember a
princely, elegant type

who was wandering about,
walking around my house many years ago?

One up up.
A few days before my birth.

Do you remember a princely man?

I have no recollection of the fact.

Cetto, maybe your ex-wife
Carmen remembers something.

- Yes, Carmen.
- He always had a memory.

Too much memory too.

Look, Cetto, there is a heron.

The heron. I ate it once,
but it's a filamentous meat.

Like the dormouse, you know?

Of course, even with potatoes they jam.

Allappano. Allappano.

Hello, I want to speak with Carmen.

Which nuns do not speak,
observe the vow of silence.

Only I am authorized
to speak with guests.

Okay, it will mean that we will
talk to the Morse alphabet.

- "Tic-tic".
- Yup.

I'm Cetto La Qualunque, the husband.

Husband? Sister Carmen is married to Jesus.

That's the second
husband, I'm the first.

Hey.

"Saint Mary,
mother of God, pray for us sinners"

"now and in the hour..."

"You are blessed among women and the
blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus."

"Saint Mary..."

Just a few minutes,
Sister Carmen has to pray.

All right.

"Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with you."

"You are blessed among women and the
blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus."

"Santa Maria, mother of God..."

Carmen, I went to see
you, are you happy?

Do they treat you well here?
What is ration like?

Can I get you some pastarelle? An Iiquorino?
A photo novel? Pino is out, you know?

Listen, out of curiosity,
do you remember my father?

Of his descendants?

Like a distinguished man,
with sturdy sheets, etc.?

Do you remember?

Carmen, however, this is difficult.

Sorry, I did everything to be
a good husband, a good father,

but the fault is yours, you didn't
cooperate, everything is a problem.

We had gotten to the point that he
came out with another take on staff.

You were wrong, admit it, Carmen.

You also put my son
Melo against me.

I did everything for that boy, you know?

I also managed to eradicate
him from his strange shyness.

Do you remember your girlfriend, Carmen?

Dry, without "minne", smooth.
Carmen, a tragedy.

A tragedy.

For a moment, frankly,
I feared that he might become rich,

but as a good father

Here, now Melo is a mature man
and mayor of Marina di Sopra.

I have indicated the right path,
even if he has made it a cycle.

I mean, I helped him grow,
but don't thank me, Carmen.

Don't thank me.

Carmen, you can talk. I don't have
microphones, nobody hears us, really.

Jesus listens to us.

Your husband? He is at home?

Shut up. I have endured for
years I suck around you.

- Come a saint, in silence.
- Silently no, maybe you don't remember.

You spoke, and how if you spoke!
Davi voice!

Shut up!

Yup.

You brought your hooves to my
house, to my bed.

With me inside!

Sorry,
I didn't think it was a problem.

Sorry if everything is a problem.

You made my son Melo
go to jail for you!

Everything good?

You shut up!

Muta.

Cetto, I curse you.

I pray every day that the devil will
come and get you and take you to hell

and that you live damned
in the depths of hell.

I'll go after that, yes

but you don't remember
anything about my noble father?

No! But I remember your mother.

That big slut!
Because you are the son of "buttana"!

Son of "buttana"!

Horned!

Bastard! Son of "buttana"!

Carmen is praying out loud.

- Did he remember anything about your father?
- No, but he remembers my mother well.

Son of "buttana"!

Yes hear, and well.

Look, aunt,
there is one thing that stinks me.

It doesn't come back to me
from the story you told me.

If I am the Prince's
son, for "exemplary",

why don't I bring his surname,
a noble name, a title?

How can you think

that an heir to the throne can
recognize the son of an embroiderer?

Come on no!

Your mother knocked
many times on her door,

but nobody opened them.

Your father never wanted to meet you.
It was a dark time, Cetto.

Meschina, your mother.
It raised you all alone.

Sure. But is there any proof of
all this that you have told me?

Is there anything that can tell us
"yes, that's it"?

Wait up. Peppina.

Look what there is.

Look.

What's this? A magic number?
What does it represent?

Your father.

This is my father?

- This is the prince?
- The principle, "properly".

The principle.

To come...

What was it called?

His name was Luigi,
Luigi Buffo of Calabria.

He was a Bourbon.

- Fuck, a Bourbon.
- A Bourbon.

He was a Bourbon.

Long-haired or short-haired bourbon?

Who the fuck are the Bourbons?

Cetto, have you ever
opened a history book?

We never even crossed paths.

The Bourbons were the greatest
kings in all of Southern Italy.

- Many years ago.
- Now I get it.

Listen, aunt, you don't have
to know about this fairy tale,

he must not leave this room.

Is it "well"? Born and dies in here.

Can I trust you,
the priest and the girls?

Mute, "infactively". Mute.

Muta.

"All" silent.

Ride. always a laugh.

Long live the king!
Hooray! Long live the king!

Long live the king! Long live the king!

Majesty.

Hurray, long live the king!

Long live the king!

Long live the king!

Pino, call the group,
I need to deepen.

All right. Ready?

Long live the king!

- Did you call the Knights?
- Yes, they are waiting for us.

What bad people, come on.

As a boy
they never let me in.

"bastasi" knights!

Let's go in before I get mad.

She ran away.

That little question...
Fixed, dear knight.

Thank you very much, illustrious knight.

"Fetuse".

Knight.

Hey.

The Marquis is waiting for you, gentlemen.
You are welcome.

Marquis, they have arrived.

Please, welcome. I was waiting for you.

I am Venanzio Dal Verme,
marquis of Acquabruna and Malaspina.

I come straight to the point,

I don't want to steal
your precious time.

We have five minutes,
we lost two for the surname.

You see, Jet...

The news of the alleged belonging
to the Buffo di Calabria branch

has created quite a few bad moods.

Several Knights

believe that you are nothing
but a ridiculous appearance.

- That he invented a lineage.
- Really?

But not everyone here
thinks the same way.

I for example...

I believe you can
be the right weapon

to resolve the age-old question
of the descent of the Bourbons.

I see in you qualities that I
have never seen in any noble.

A perfect leader and I think
you would be an excellent king.

And as a king, property is taken
from the monarchy in its day

they could come back into your possession.

I'm talking about immense goods.

All my stuff? Just mine?
So says... Venanzio.

- All.
- I'm interested in the stuff, yes.

"Cumunquemente", I no longer
want to deal with politics. Okay?

There are too many people to agree
and I don't want to start over.

Politics is no.

I am talking about
monarchy, not democracy.

I'm talking about a kingdom.

It means that you only control,

nobody owe only nobody
you, "only you".

You could be an
absolutist monarch.

Absolutely. Yup.

In short, "in short", I

what he is proposing to me
is to have a crime of my own.

A realm, Jet.

A crime, a realm, is the same.
Becoming king, "in short".

I like It teases me. Yup.

It doesn't seem entirely possible to me.

- For example, is Potenza my stuff?
- Yes.

- Naples?
- Yes.

- Ragusa?
- Yes.

- Tropea?
- Yes.

- "Petele" above and "Petele" below.
- Yes.

Cetto, I told you everything. All.

Now you can make your living room in
Naples and, to say, the toilet in Ragusa.

- It's uncomfortable, Pino.
- To say.

- Melicucco and Melicucca?
- Yes.

Everything, everything, everything.

Biondo, call Venanzio and say yes.
I need a change of landscape.

This place isn't up to par.

Quite right.

- Tonnara di Palmi?
- Yes!

- Milady, please.
- "Danke".

Prince.

Welcome to what will now be
Palazzo Buffo di Calabria.

It will be your
home, feel at home.

Thank you, Venanzio, for giving us the
car and the agricultural annex here.

You needed a home that lived
up to your rank, Prince.

Beautiful, it looks nice.

Oh!

Quiet, it's part of the ceremonial.

Come, come.

From today this will also be your home.
Make yourself comfortable.

Do you want a dressing gown?
Velvet slippers? Some noble music?

No, thank you, that's okay for now.

- The slippers.
- The slippers? Be good!

- Prince, I make your way.
- Here?

Prince, I took the liberty of collecting
some portraits of your ancestors.

You are welcome. You are welcome.

Let's go over there,
I want to see if there is a library.

There is,
it is full of books, only of books.

Gentlemen, here we are.

Our adventure begins.

It will not be a walk,
so I ask for your collaboration.

"Infact" I am here to collaborate,
they are trusted people.

I have plans.
Surveyor: Minister of Infrastructure.

Thank you.

II Accountant in doing finance.
He can do multiplications in mind.

- Are you seven?
- Makes 42.

Awesome.

The Invalid at INPS
and recovers pensions.

My captain.

The Biondo to the thing: "I know more than you,
you don't know, but why don't you know,"

"We all know, you know better than I do."

- Culture!
- "Appointment".

Pino, "undoubtedly",
Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"My name is Pino. Your name is Cetto."

- "It's called Venanzio".
- Okay, he understood.

How beautiful!

I present to you my cousin,
the Marquise Claire de Faucigny.

It will teach you
everything you need to know.

I have the honor of introducing you to
the Cetto Buffo principle of Calabria.

For her only Cetto.

Cetto, "c'est tres joli".

The alarm will happen at
dawn with the cannon as per tradition.

-A Franciscan friar will
assist you in morning prayers.

- Oh!
- Excuse me, prince.

Oh!
- Ah!

It is 5, but in the morning
or in the afternoon?

- Let's pray.
- Pray it's not 5 in the morning.

- Pray.
- You are welcome.

"Cazzu, cazzu".

"Our father..."

the u

The Church and its ceremonials

they are fundamental to
the path to the throne.

-We count on the Pope
for the coronation.

Priest. Priest. Piano.

-The greeting and physical form
of the sovereign are important.

The image he gives to his
subjects must be flawless.

Yes, but let me understand:
you walk but you don't move?

What an imposing bitch.

Bitch? "C'est tres joli"!

- The wipe.
- The...?

II napkin. It lies on the
legs, never on the neck. Lever.

Take it all away.

No! What fate?

Nobody puts anything in their mouths

until the prince
has started eating.

It seems to me a right
thing, "quind" good appetite.

Yes!

Slowly.

The conversation takes place in
a low tone, without raising your voice.

- "Nice to meet you, how are you?"
- What did you say? Nobody hears.

It is not heard.
What an effort, fuck. What a pain.

Shit!

She likes.

"Tres joli".

The culture of weapons,
I scepter and the sword.

Oh, Blond! Blond!

What are you doing?
He's the master, don't shoot him.

The large glass is for water.

The small glass is for wine.

We start from the cutlery
outside and slowly we arrive...

No.

Inside of.

Pine tree...

- Is this a coffee?
- No.

It is an oolong from the Jade
mountains, it is a very refined tea.

- II And undrinkable, "tres joll,
isn't there a coffee less oolong?

Attention, this is the lemon,
"Ie citron", these are the lumps...

And the lowest vertically
are the two balls.

If you say that the balls are
"tres joli" I get nervous.

Oh!

Pine tree.

Say hello to the right.

Hi.

Fuck.

- Hello guys. Hello.
- Hi, Cotto

Let's begin.

I was finishing the
staff selection.

I would have chosen these three
maids for your apartments.

They have over 30 years' experience.

Good, but I choose their three.

Put the experts in the
library so I don't cross them.

What's your name, dear?

No!

You never blow on the broth.

Yes, sorry, but "abbamba".

"Abbamba", "c'est tres joli"!

- No! What fate?
- What did I do?

The last one inside
is made a shoe...

- Pierced from side to side.
- It goes "well", but what a shitty life.

- Pine tree.
- To reach.

Breathe.

- Breathe, Pino.
- Now I breathe.

- One two three four.
- Breath.

Never, and I say never,
puts it in your mouth...

The toothpick.

Oh! That's enough!
Enough with these trumpets!

You broke the holy balls!

Pino, is that a book?
Do I need to worry?

No, Pino is passionate about
the history of the Bourbons.

A crazy earthquake, Getto.

Basically if it wasn't
because of this Cavour,

at this point you commanded the world.

Busso, ribusso, smooth and busso. Power.

Prince.

The principles played at Buraco,
not at Tre sette with beer and Gassosa.

Remove the glasses.

Cetto, you are applying to
become king of the Two Sicilies.

Sicily is already "too much" one.

King of the Two Calabria,
on this I do not pass.

Cetto I Buffo king of
the Two Calabria, okay?

King of the Two Calabria.
"C'est tres joli, non"?

"Always" "tres joli"!
"If I knew you spoke so badly..."

This is another question to be addressed.

The syntax, the consecutive.

They say, "If I had known that
guy would have cheated on me..."

I shot him in the belly. Quite right?
The consecutio is that.

Each betrayal is followed
by a "consecutive".

- Right, Venanzio? Pine tree?
- Quite right.

No, sorry. "Quindamente": long
live the monarchy, in Cavour's ass!

The Marquis and the
Marquise Wurstelberger of Holstein.

Pleasure.

The proconsul of Slovenia Fario Fumagalli
and his daughter princess Iridea.

- Hi, Iridea.
- Honored.

The counts of Grottamelata.

- Are they all noble?
- All.

- Pleasure.
- Pleasure.

Maria Pallemberg, countess of
Sweden, and her brother Ulke.

Hulk, bye.

The marchesine of Frattabaroffie.

Fantastic Four.

Duke Amedeo Suzzu of
Friborg and his friend Gigi.

Hi, "Gi" and hi, "Gi".

The count of Miramarina
and his daughter Isabella.

Unbelievable how many people
there are not fucking.

- Cardinal Alfonso Maria Bandinelli.
- Hi Alfonso. Put your hands down.

Do you feel stink?

Do you smell?

You made it,
the first hen that sings.

You did it.

- Prince.
- She made it.

Do you know that the Marquis of Cascais
is the cousin of the Prince of Montecarlo?

Prince Cetto,
have you ever been to Montecarlo?

No, mare, solo mare.
The mountain, the mountain disturb me.

Prince, they told me that you
spent a few years in Germany.

Did you frequent the Glicksenburg?
The Olsburgs? The Holdstein?

No, please. I like the fur,
but not more than 70 euros.

Beyond it is a waste, it is not ecological.

What's up?

Oh.

Oh god.

Stronger. Stronger, Cetto.

Prince.

Go!

Prince, prince!

Slowly. Slowly.

Listen, my curiosity,
has anyone in here ever worked?

"Pure" half a day, half an hour?

Nothing?

I respect you.

Well. Tonight we resume the
journey of an interrupted story.

Let's make a toast: to the monarchy and
the newly found Prince Buffo of Calabria.

No, I do it.

So: long live the
monarchy and fuck Cavour!

In Cavour's ass!

All of Europe is in turmoil,
its weakness will be our strength.

Royals across the continent are
waiting for the right moment

and we are ready for
a new Restoration.

I point out, however,
to the brothers present here

that the Italian throne does
not even exist on paper.

You have not reigned since 1860,

why the Italians are
followed in this adventure?

Because Italians have
always drunk a few.

Just promise the impossible
and sell it as guaranteed.

For "example",
you say to him: "Less taxes".

They applaud and you raise them.

"No more corruption."

You bribe them with a kick
and they vote for you.

You say, "More fur for everyone."
You fuck and they "take it easy".

And they vote for you.

You see, I love Italians.

I am a flock that follows
the dog and I bark very well.

- Come a dog.
- "Bau Bau".

- Come a cat.
- "Meow meow".

- The flamingo.
- "Bohfl".

You see?
We are also predisposed to fun.

The Italians have "orally"
lost their trust in politics,

in the economy, in democracy.

And we offered him the monarchy.

"In short", we are the right
bullshit at the right time.

Amen.

Amen.

It is an infinite joy, I feel like Sissi.

- Sissi? Sissi who?
- Are you the princess, do you know?

Sissi of Austria, come on.
He was Bavarian like me, you know?

Do you want to be my Francesco
Giuseppe D'Asburgo and Lorena?

Can I call you Franz?

No.

"Now" you have to say "yes yes" to
me, though.

Come here, Petruzza, let's join empires.

Have you ever done it with a prince?
There is a pure "canopy" bed.

- Canopy.
- It depends on your point of view.

Come here and repeat: "Yes, yes."

Yes, yes, yes.

- Yes, yes.

What are you doing?
Do you pay me? I am your wife.

Sorry, the habit. Sorry.

Hello? Ah, Petra.

Cetto will be king of
the kingdom of the two Calabrias!

And maybe there will be a wedding!

Feel this a little bit.

Petra says that Cetto
will be king of the two Calabrias!

What are they laughing at?

Tell him to pass me Cobblestone, "rather".
They laugh.

Pass me Gunhilde...

Of course!

Well, now talk to dad.

Hello, Pebble? Daddy love.

This thing is not possible. She cries.
If it cries me over the kingdom, it is bad.

Do you want to keep it 20 or 25 years old?
Then I'll go get it.

She cries.

Mum... How's Gunhild doing?

And dad?

"Cazzu, cazzu", he likes "petioles".
He takes them.

She laughs and Ciottola cries.

Fuck you.

To reach.

I have waited long enough to deal
with this, but I have to tell you.

Beautiful Petra will
not be your queen.

No? Who says that?

We need a marriage that
leads us to alliances.

Our kingdom is born weak.
A solution can be found for Petra.

- You can keep her as a concubine.
- Concubine?

In short, a lover.

In this regard, the Marquis of Cascais
has a cousin, L'infanta di Portugal.

Luckily she is not married yet.
She is a very sensitive woman.

No, an apple sensitivity offends, really.
Other flaws?

Cetto, listen to me.

Marry the Infanta of Portugal
and keep Petra as a favorite.

And the best
solution, believe me.

It's there, you see?

Let's solve this business.

Oh well.

Hi, Petra. Look at that beautiful roses. Look,
Petruzza, I have to tell you two things.

A beautiful and a less
beautiful, but not very ugly.

- There is a small problem. Piccolo.
- Which? What's the problem?

It all seems so perfect to me.
Look, my parents also came.

- Prinzess!
- Hello!

They left the baby with
the nanny for a few days.

Left, right.

Before the coronation there
will also be marriage, right?

When did you think to tell me?

Your parents also arrived, what luck.
We are all here.

I have to give you news, nonsense.
You can't be a queen.

For the rest you can do what you want.
Here we are, it was this.

- This one. This was.
- What are you talking about?

Petra, understand me.
Being a king is a casino.

I have been told that I need a
relative to strengthen the family.

"Infact", for this very reason,
I will marry the Infanta of Portugal.

But you stay with
me, I'm really stuck.

Don't thank me, Petra. Do not thank me.

You're joking, right?

Cetto, do you want to repudiate me?

When ever? You do not see?
I am an illuminated sovereign.

I keep you as a concubine.

This story is crazy.

My parents came
here for my wedding!

- You don't know what you're doing!
- Petra, don't do this.

So that Princess
Sissi was murdered.

Pino told me that he inquired.

"Between the other" not so
even if this infanta is edible.

You're going against
the wrong person,

I am not a nun,
I am going to war on you, understand?

Do you invade me with your parents?

Don't be difficult.
Let's make love, not war.

"Nein", it doesn't touch me. I'm leaving,
but I'm going back. It does not end here.

Think about it,
I'll leave you a bunch of keys.

Petra! You would be the favorite
of the king! A great role!

Petra!

Come you're spoiled!

He took it male, I'm sorry.
I was getting attached to Petra.

My mistake.

It's understandable,
he had been with you for four years.

Ah, love!
It is wonderful and cruel.

Oh well, then sit down and drink it.

Cetto, trust me, we will solve this too.
But there is another problem.

- Such a problem?
- Big.

Here we are, where is the problem?

Let me introduce myself.

Ferdinando Buffo of Calabria.

Nephew of Prince Louis and
only true heir to the throne.

- Is this all?
- This was there.

His clowning lasted far too long.

Retire to Germany and
continue with your trades,

provided they don't
arrest him at the border.

The throne is not at its height.

The son of an embroiderer
will never be king.

Never until I am alive.

To this we remedy immediately.

Venanzio, don't you say anything?

You, Mister La Qualunque,
have a descent invented

playing with the good name of the Bourbons.

Go away with his acolytes,
you are not welcome here.

We leave.

But the kingdom is mine and not yours,
Nando, and I slam you into a dark prison

with life sentences
who fall in love easily

and with a desire for tenderness.

You have declared war
on the wrong people.

The die is cast.

Laugh, laugh that we do the math later.

Pine, Pine.
"The die is cast." What threat is it?

The threat is: "We
kick you in the belly."

The die Those play cards.
Let's stay focused, Pino.

All right.

Wait. Jet, wait.

I understand that this question by
Ferdinando could present a problem.

Problem? I do not commit
myself to a problem.

Jet, we're still playing.

You must prove that you
are the real prince.

To do this you will have to take an exam.

Find traces of your father
and compare them to your DNA.

I have a friend in the hospital who
could give you the definitive answer.

"Quindamente" if I do this test and
prove that I am Buffo di Calabria

I become king, right?

Glory scenarios open up.

Amen.

"Cazzu, cazzu".

The rooms we just
saw were servants,

there lived in four,
five, six, seven girls.

It seems that the prince
often joined them at night.

Go on.

This, gentlemen,
is the room of the good Jesus.

In this drawer the principle
holds a large quantity of cash.

To pay the messenger,
gardener, coachman, trumpeter.

The concubines.

- Cetto, he was your father sure.
- Shh.

Go on.

In this room, come,
the prince lay with his wife.

Through this secret door in the wall,

the principle went out at
night to reach its many lovers.

As you can see next to the
bed there is still the toilet

with the hair net on
top, the comb

and the brush with which it is the
principle is brushed every evening.

Go on.

Well, follow me.

Now let's go to the room...
No, to the library.

You are welcome.

- Evening.
- Evening.

Evening.

Come on, Pino.

Burglary and theft.
Many memories.

It's true. It seems to me yesterday.
How long has it been instead?

Three months, Pino.
We can't complain, we had fun.

Here it is, Pino.

Look, Cetto, there is a hair on the coat.
It can be from your father.

Do you know that the prince
sang with his country cousins?

- I do not believe.
- That's a woman's hair.

Because the prince liked the
"pilu", and how!

- The brush, did you bring the copy?
- Come on no.

Come on, here.

- Yellow?
- Yellow.

- A yellow plastic brush.
- Yup.

Nobody will notice the replacement.

Might as well leave an
electric razor or curling iron.

Good morning.

Let the polymerase chain reaction

that the polymorphism of the
length of the restriction fragments

have been successful.

All clear. Yes, thank you, doctor.

Come here.

Sorry.

I understand almost everything, he doesn't.

Can you explain it to him simply
as if he were a problematic child?

The DNA sample of the hair
coincides with that of his blood.

In all probability it
belongs to his father.

Majesty.

Come on.

Okay, Pino. Come on. Pine tree.

Pine tree.

Pino, enough now, okay.

- Pine tree!
- The knees.

The menisci have eaten
all the cartilage.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Wait, I'll help.

- Up.
- Slowly.

Madonna, your knees. Thank you.

Thank you, majesty.

Come on, come on, come on.

Pine tree.

"Rote Fox", the red fox.

Quite right. Bravo, Pino.

Good morning.

Here we are.

- Prince.
- Good morning.

Here we are. Good morning.
Blond. Here we are.

Gentlemen, friends.

Here you are all politicians
with a prestigious past,

but now the wind has changed
and blows in our favor.

In this country, "in short",

democracy can no longer
guarantee anything.

A king yes.

Are you talking about monarchy?
It seems to me a very risky step.

Look, "risky",
they cut your annuities, right?

Yup.

Nobody can guarantee you the
candidacy at the end of the mandate

and the representatives jump like
"curriate" frogs, is it right or not?

You will never take retirement

and you are forced
to submit receipts

when you offer a seratina
to your sympathizer, right?

- Right, right.
- Good boy.

"In short," I am the future.
"The future".

You just have to switch to voting monarchy.
You and all your affiliates.

"Poimente", all received a large,
small or large, but all yours.

You just have to go from deputy to
vassal, but what the fuck changes you?

- Allow me a question.
- I have to go, they call me.

From deputy to vassal,
what the fuck changes? "Cazzu, cazzu".

Hi, "risky". Hello to all.

Hi Biondo. Bye Bye. Hello.

Gentlemen, the buffet is open.

Rest.

Go Go.

Go, Pino!

Come on, get one.

Go, Pino!

Go, Cetto!

- Tell him.
- Now let's tell him, calmly.

- It takes delicacy.
- I don't, do you think?

Here it is, it has arrived.

Mamma mia,
what a beautiful figure you made!

- To reach.
- what is it?

- Infanta is here.
- She has arrived?

- Yes.
- Really?

- Yes, it has arrived.
- To come?

Polite. Sensitive, reserved.
A housewife and church.

So a nice piece of daughter.

There is just a little to dig.

- Which is?
- Joke succeeded. Good job, everyone.

You are all good.

Joke succeeded, good.

- Prince.
- What's up?

Let's not embarrass ourselves,
it's a facade wedding.

Yes, but the facade is mine and
I put it in front of the country.

This is a big sacrifice.

To reach. To reach. Sorry.

You are the king,
first you marry and then you disown her.

Then you choose the favorite you
prefer, even two or three.

Pino is right, let's do this, Prince.

When we return from the trip you
marry the infanta of Portugal,

then just in case you stop dating.

Yes, but for life. I will live on one
side, you on the other and we will forget.

- Well done, congratulations.
- Smile, prince.

Yes, smile. Bye Bye.

I greet you.

Now let's think
about the Vatican audience.

I will personally
celebrate the wedding

and I will work to find the basilica.

Are you threatening rain?

Not like that, I don't think so.

The other thing you asked
for is very complicated.

Ultimately the Holy Father is not
found in our councils, let's say.

If His Holiness agreed to personally
celebrate the coronation ceremony

we will be very honored and
will take it very seriously.

Cardinal, can I call you Alfonso?

As you know,
I am a fervent Catholic.

"Thick" I honored some of the Commandments.
Maybe not all of them.

I am baptized, "communicated" and
married in church several times.

You think my wife is primarily
devoted to becoming a nun.

Just to say this.

I promise that I will keep all
the properties of the Church,

we will eliminate the taxes

and we will make the selected Catholic
religion the religion of the kingdom.

Vatellamente

But then, if I can,
I throw up a confidence.

Tell the Pope that I am a big
fan, I also follow on the road.

The Pope is very elegant. Come bring
him white...! There is none for anyone.

I tried, but it slams. He bangs me.

- Yup?
- "Cazzu, cazzu", yes.

- To come? Like today?
- Same as before, just a little more veiled.

But veiled it is less noticeable.
A little less.

Look, did you clarify with the cardinal? If you
dice "you want to kiss the bride", you shoot.

Reduced formula, only two minutes.

Yes, but if he forgets
"you can kiss the bride"

you organize the spill, okay?

- The escape, shooting.
- Yes

"Good morning".

At the right time the Invalid
will have the engine running.

Over the centuries and so on. Amen.

Brothers, we are gathered
here to celebrate the wedding

between Prince Cetto Buffo of Calabria
and the Infanta of Portugal Catarina...

Isabella, Dulcinea, Manuela, Dolores,

Rosalinda, Maria Pia,
Elisabetta, Maria Jole...

Give it another name.

Lucrezia, Antonia...

- That's enough.
- Oh well.

- Principessina Dos Olivares, okay?
- Yup.

So you want,
Prince Buffo of Calabria,

to take this Princess
Dos Olivares as wife?

Only if the alternative is 41 bis.

It is not understood.

- BIS. It goes "well".
- I'll take it for a yes.

Oh well, and she,
infanta Dos Olivares, Catarina,

Isabella, Giacinta, Manuela, Dolores,

Lucrezia Maria Giuseppina...

Please!

I have the kingdom parked out here
with double arrows, let's tighten.

Do we want to hear
the bride's response?

It goes "well".

Yes, I want.

Ah! What a struggle, finally!
Alfonso, say hi to you. Hello.

Hello.

Prince, where are you going?

Never slept on the wedding night
with a wife. Traditionally.

Now I have an institutional commitment,
I have to choose the ladies of the company.

Hello.

Soon, the doves.

Come on, shoot!

They killed the bird.

Lucy, right.

- It must be taken.
- "Without a doubt".

- He has two degrees.
- Yes I see it.

In front, and behind also a master.

Definitely. Assunta.

- Number 45, are you...?
- I'm Svetlana.

Like my first wife.
He speaks three languages.

For emergencies even four, I feel.
Assunta.

- Darling, are you...?
- Micaela.

Micaela.

Assunta.

- Numbers 21, you?
- Letizia.

Joy.

Giorgia.

What do we say?

- Number 18?
- Odris.

Odris.

- You have to go right.
- All to the right.

To the right. To the right. Never stop.

- Marika.
- Marika, yes!

To the right!

Number 28. Number 32.

- Christmas.
- The party.

- La 30... 31... 19.
- Yes. Right.

- The 29.
- Right.

- To the right.
- Bingo.

A world of "pilu". What do you
want to understand with this face?

Forget it.

But they are almost fifty,
we cannot hire them all.

They are too many.

It's okay, girls.

You all passed the shift,

but we still have to
face another selection.

No!

The next round: bow,
Iap dance and mud fight.

"Ius primae noctis".

It is a law that would give you the right

to spend the wedding night
with your subjects' wives.

Practically with all
the ones you like.

Nice I like it. Write now, it's law.
To be promulgated "immediately".

Feel this other one instead.

"Some mornings the sovereign can also
receive his guests in the bathroom"

"from which Cabinet meetings."

Basically people paid the king
to see him go to the bathroom.

No, cancel, Pino. Clear.

When I am in the bathroom I don't
want subjects between the balls.

Now drop the book and
let's go to the wedding.

Enough of this brush,
I look like a maritime pine.

Let's go to the party.

Cetto! Cetto! Cetto!

♪ True love is only for a fee

♪ If you pay cash,
you will feel happy

♪ True love does not yield to feeling

♪ You pay for it, say goodbye to
it and there is no rambling, no

♪ In true love, compliment is not needed

♪ If you want a memory,
extend it a hundred

♪ True love is only for a fee

♪ The greeting doll and
after my fall asleep

Yes!

♪ With true love you have to be careful

♪ If she claims 1000 you from 400

♪ True love is only for a fee

♪ You pay for it,
say hello and there is no rambling ♪

"Cazzu, cazzu".

- "Hi, Cetto"?
- I feel you disturbed.

What happened?

- An arrest warrant has been
issued against La Qualunque Melo.

Who is Melo? Maybe your middle name?

- Okay. No,
it's the name of my son, Melo.

I recently made the
pizzerias out of safety.

Say that a complaint arrives.

Sentb Do I really want
to catch alive or dead?

- I live, I hope.
- Ah, oh well. It goes "well", hello.

Please, excellence.

- Shall I bring you a nice cup of coffee?
- Two, a little sugar.

Pope. What a nice surprise.

Sit down. You have news?

Nothing, I just want to see my
son, the heir to the throne.

There would be a small note. Bullshit.

Which?

There is an arrest
warrant for you.

No! I knew it, dad. I was expecting it. It is
for the resolution against the electric poles.

Electromagnetic waves burn your
spine, I had to block them.

Did you also want to
turn off the electricity?

What's on your mind? The baked bread?

"However" is not for the
posts, for the resolution.

The mandate comes from Germany,

you are concerned about the
irregularity in your pizzerias.

Did you register your
pizzerias in Germany for me?

Don't thank me.

A father orders his activities to the son

doesn't this son thank you?

Okay so. It is a sign of the times.

- Dad, you set me up again.
- Apple tree, what do you want it to be?

Yes and no two months in prison,
"cazzu cazzu". A year at most.

Don't you want to make a small
sacrifice for your father?

No, dad! No!

- Melo, you're changing, you're disappointing me.
- Fuck you, dad!

Apple tree!

Fuck you too.

Sorry, my fault.

Phones no longer ring.

- They kicked me out of chats.
- Apple tree, Apple tree.

The junta demanded my resignation.

They said,
"We don't want a fugitive as mayor."

Melo, you made so many mistakes,

it is not enough to have a
chat for a political fee.

Dad, you don't understand.
Politics has changed.

Nothing ever changes.
It looks like it changes, but it doesn't.

What did I tell you? If you're in
trouble, take it out on the niggers.

It always works.
Are there no niggers in the Marina?

Seven or eight arrived,
but they are gone.

You had to hold them tight and
threaten to chase them, easy.

You destroyed a dream.

Apple tree.

You and I can do great things.

Great, great things,
but you have to trust me.

- Is it always "oolong coffee"?
- It's good, yes.

The moment has come that
is well known to Italians

that we are changing
the course of history.

I believe you must speak
to the nation, Cetto.

I was thinking of the net, an internet.

You say? I don't know about these
things, the internet and computers.

In fact, I found the right person
for a social media campaign.

- He's a great expert.
- Who would this expert be?

Come in, dear.

- And him.
- Let's see.

Apple tree.

You are here?

- Are you with me, then?
- Yes, dad.

Here it is.

Let's make your kingdom
and split everything.

"Cazzu cazzu"!

"iu iu"!

Meluzzo!

You know the tricks!

In a few hours your profile
had thousands of members!

AI South, North, everywhere!
There are many Iike!

I have many likes, how nice.
Pino, I have a lot of Iikes.

How how.

Now that I have all these I
like where I can fit, Melo?

We are on the main home
pages of national employees.

It's a good sign, they fear you.

Yes, but here it says:
"Italians are unpredictable,"

"but they won't
drink this clowns."

They drank worse.

Before I thought of one thing.

If we probed the opinion
of the Italians directly,

an online vote, a referendum...

Monarchy or republic?

Monarchy referendum or republic?
Original, good Melo.

Can you show me the
dog playing the piano?

Funny, this is original.
So funny

Dad.

I had to live far
away from my country

to understand that Italy
is the country I love.

The South in particular.

A land invaded and abused by
the Angevins and the Aragonese.

From the French and the Spanish.
From the Austrians and the Piedmontese.

In the end, all together.

From the Europeans.
We have been invaded by Europe.

Gentlemen, that's enough.
Serve a new crusade and I'll lead it.

Soon I will be king.

I will be Prince Cetto I
Buffo of the Two Calabrias,

but today it is still your
friend Cetto who speaks to you.

Democracy has disappointed

and we have tried many,
we have tried them all.

Right, left, above,
below, beside.

With slightly
overlapping democracy,

sandwich pluralism with
the republic in the middle,

the great surprisingly agreed with
the parliament taken from behind.

Crowds with opposing
political forces.

"Aggregations" with Iiberist,
Eurosceptic and vegetarian movements.

Then we tried to join
"both together" ambosexes,

no-tax, no-global, "nonsense".

It never worked shit.

Gentlemen,
today we can return to the monarchy,

with Cetto I Buffo prince
of the Two Calabrias,

your servant and your ruler.

Stay with me and you will
see some beautiful ones.

I'll hide the bad things,
I'll select the passable ones,

and now, gentlemen, trust
us, let's have a good laugh.

We laugh. We laugh!

Long live the king, long live the monarchy.
And we keep laughing.

Let's have a good laugh.

Long live the king.

- Does the number come out or don't come out?
- Shh, shut up.

- There's a little delay.
- Let's wait.

The data provided arrive in moments.

- Oh well.
- In moments.

What is it, Venanzio?
Did he eat bad news from you?

I've just known

that the Pope refused to
celebrate your coronation.

No.

Wrong, see the war I put
the ICI also on holy water.

- Is there no way to convince him?
- He was adamant.

His spokesman said

that the coronation is nothing
more than a folkloristic antic.

"Mon Dieu"!

The Pope has given the seal of
credibility to your kingdom.

Without pope it becomes more complicated.

Unless you do what "what" did...

"So" who, Pino?

- The one with the triangle hat.
- Harlequin?

No, "Coso" Bonaparte. Napoleon.

In 1804 he wore the
crown on his own.

As a sign of challenge. Not only
that, he also crowned his wife...

Beppina, Pina...

But no! Josefina! Josephine!
In the Notre-Dame cathedral!

Bravo, Pino.

Be already viceroy.
"AIloramente" let's sun, I decided.

Now sorry, "evenly" the
king goes to the bathroom.

Of course, that's right.

Take it easy, Cetto.

Constipation problems.

We have to wait.

There is a vote in progress.

- Cetto, before I die
you must know the truth.

- The whole truth,
nothing but the truth.

- I took the liberty of recovering
the portraits of your ancestors.

Your mother delivered the sheets,

but the prince held her back

to congratulate him on the
superfine work he had done.

- If I had known that he
would have betrayed me...

"C 'est tres 30h".

You must prove
that you are the real prince.

- The hair belongs
to a close relative,

in all probability
belongs to his father.

You are a prince.

To his father.

We laugh. We laugh.

Cetto, the truth is that
you are a child of love.

- That big slut!

We can return
to the monarchy today.

Your servant and sovereign.

- We are the right bullshit
at the right time.

"Tres joli".

We won!

50.4% of Italians
said yes to the monarchy!

Yes, we have won!

Yup! We won!

Dad, we won! We won!

- We made it!
- You became king!

We won.

Let's make history in all positions.

In the ass of the republic.

In the ass!

What are you doing? Not brindi?

- Everything went as you expected.
- Yes I've heard.

- I command and you registered.
- I'm happy.

Quiet, aunt, it starts soon.

Hello.

"Good morning".

An unforgettable ceremony.

♪ Veni Creator Spiritus

♪ Mentes tuorum visit

<♪ Quae Tu creasti pectora

<♪ Qui diceris Paraclitus

<♪ Altissimi donum Dei ♪

Pino, turn here.

Bravo, Venanzio, congratulations.

You set up a nice little theater

to make me believe I am
a buffo from Calabria.

I am not yet a king and you have
organized a good conspiracy.

Good boy.

Get out of the car.

Get out of the car.

Cetto, I can explain to you.

On your knees. On your knees!

True, I designed a plan

to make you believe you
are the heir to the throne.

You are not the heir to the
throne, but you are much more.

You are the right man

who can take over the
reins of this country

in this historical moment.

No nobleman would keep up with you.

You like people

because you are simple,
determined, immoral, vulgar.

Everything in the right place.

Yup? Why didn't you
tell me "immediately"?

You wouldn't have accepted.

Bravo, Venanzio,
your plan has worked.

But I don't care,
I don't fuck myself with blue blood.

In fact, I prefer mine.
And do you know another thing?

I am now king and I like it.
"Cazzu cazzu", I like it.

But I don't know what kings do
when someone takes the piss.

- It's true, sometimes kings have no mercy.
- Me neither.

Ilopsll.

In the future I advise you
not to take the piss again,

there are people who for much
less mime in a concrete pylon.

This time the gun is unloaded.

Pino, I told you to check the gun!
I got a shot!

- It was empty.
- Pine tree!

- I swear.
- My heart is still beating fast!

- I tell you it was empty.
- Pine tree!

- Crazy things.
- I told you to check.

- When you need to download, you have to download.
- Of course you could take the sheep!

God gave it to me and woe,
"bastasu", to whoever touches it.

- Long live the king!
- Long live the king!

Long live the king!
Long live the king!

Swear, here is your king.

Today we are writing a page that
will enter the history books.

Assuming someone still wants
to read these fucking books.

A scepter is wandering around Europe.

It is the mm.

I promise softly and "promise"

that the sun will always
shine on my kingdom.

No more clouds. That's enough.

The temperature will
never drop below 20�

and the "minne" never under the third.

Maybe the second one, but on holidays.

The fawns and the "bambi" will
run and jump free and proud.

And we freely and
fiercely shoot him.

It will be a kingdom of prosperity
and "pilu", for me for sure.

Also because a sovereign can
occasionally enjoy it...

Daddy I

- Cetto!
- Pope!

- Cetto!
- Pope.

"Holy Mary, mother of God,
pray for us sinners..."

To reach.

They shot the king.

What did he say? Shut up!

Silence!

What did he say?

In the ass!

To everyone.

To everyone's ass!

Dad!

To reach.

Captain, my captain. In the ass, Cetto!

- In the ass!
- All in the ass!

What beautiful words, Cetto.

♪ They shot me, horned and hammered,
but sooner or later I will return boundless

♪ You don't have to trust the foreigner
if you are the first to shoot the story

♪ From Bourbon to bum the step is short,
I shoot was a streak, fortunately light

♪ Now you can die of culture,
better ignorance to live

♪ Strong powers, good living room,
they laughed at me when I was on the throne

♪ Whoever wants sovereignty
takes the sovereign

♪ In my kingdom I will be the one who
plots, I will take back the country I love

♪ I'm Cetto Borbone here we don't babble

♪ There is no excuse, do you know why?
The Italian people chose me

♪ I am the king, God save me

♪ Because there is
nothing better around ♪

I die.

♪ I am the king, God save me ♪

Indeed, still not.

♪ "Obviously"
I will save myself from me ♪

- ♪ You are the king
♪ - ♪ I am the king ♪

- ♪ God save you ♪
♪- I'll do it for three ♪

♪ There is no
better looking at the world ♪

- ♪ You are the king ♪
- ♪ Yes, I am the king ♪

- ♪ God save you ♪
♪ - I'll do it for three ♪

♪ "Oppuriously"
I will save myself from me ♪

♪ The people are with me against the elite,
I from the stables I from the suites

♪ I'm also sending Io Stivale to the air
because in my realm every havoc is worth ♪

♪ God will save the king I also see
you better around just there is none

♪ The Italy that belongs
to you is all to be changed

♪ Just created I scepter
you will know what to do

♪ People don't appreciate democracy they
will get along well with the monarchy

♪ Maybe they don't know, they are waiting
for the only man in charge to return

♪ From the Alps to the pyramids
from Manzanarre to the Nile

♪ In the kingdom of Cetto, you know I
am sure, that Iu pilu will always shine

♪ There is no excuse, do you know why?
The Italian people have chosen you ♪

♪- There is no excuse, do you know why?
♪ - The Italian people chose me ♪

♪ I'm Gue, God save me

♪ Because there is
nothing better around ♪

♪ I'm the king, God save me

♪ "Oppuriously"
I will save myself from myself

♪- You are the king
♪ - I am the king ♪

♪- God save you ♪
♪ - I'll do it for three ♪

♪ There is no
better looking at the world ♪

- ♪ You are the king
♪ - ♪ I am the king ♪

- ♪ God save you ♪
- ♪ I'll do it for three ♪

♪ "Oppuriously"
I will save myself from me ♪

♪ God save the king but not rap

♪ It will certainly be a shortcoming of
mine but the rap wrote I cugghiuna ♪