Lyrics: This is the story of the Automato Assumed in glory in a milky halo He was lying on the kitchen's table Waiting for the knife to cut his juicy fable To a caprese salad he was condemned As the mozzarella at his side And when they were lying by The Cupid's arrows were shot through them I feel so high 'Cause she is mine I've been in love since she has appeared But I'm afraid that we won't last my dear Because that bastard cook is coming here To kidnap my mozzarella, it's clear This fat bo

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