Presidici (Et Chapaquiditch)

If anyone can, a Kennedy can

If any clan can, a Kennedy can

Nobody knows just what a Romani knows

No one knows just what a Roman knows

And a messed-up head is alway better than none

Chicken-Fried Rice is a bad, bad song

And the son of Allah, he was a hell of a guy

Hippie of God and famous liberal guy

Behind black eyes

My mind is fine

If you can't love yourself

It's bad for your health

If you can't love yourself

It's bad for your health

I was made in deep space and I was raised on the moon

Fell to Earth and I was born in June

And we grew up with the Spiders and the Beatles from Mars

Tiger feet and the T-Rex cars

And a gold cap tooth is always misunderstood

Christopher Walken's in a terrible mood

And I broke some hearts I met along the way

But my heart's broken every brand new day

Behind black eyes

My mind is fine

If you can't love yourself

It's bad for your health

If you can't love yourself

It's bad for your health

Behind black eyes

My mind is fine

Behind black eyes

My mind is fine

Behind black eyes

My mind is fine

If you can't love yourself

It's bad for your health