questo è il passato remoto del verbo essere (secondo lui... in pseudo-dialetto)

 

io fui = i fewa

 

tu fosti = tu fiwe

 

egli fu = is fewa

 

noi fummo = nu f'wame

 

voi foste = vu f'wate

 

essi furono = iss fewane

 

(la e in corsivo nn va pronunciata.. ma solo accennata)

 

 

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...guardandomi intorno mi vengono in mente delle canzoni di Franz zappa, tratte da "You Are What You Is" dell'81..

 

 

 

SOCIETY PAGES:

 

You're the ol' lady from the society pages
From a small town somewhere I used to be
You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff
That didn't appeal to me

OL' LADY, OL' LADY OL LADY, OL' LADY OL' LADY, OL' LADY OL' LADY, OL' LADY

The hospital plans (yer brother drew 'em all)
You ran the paper 'n Charity Ball
Every day on the third or fourth page
There you was. . .you was quite the rage
Somehow, you was all kinda cheap 'n wrong
Just like in a lotta small towns
Where folks like you
Hang around too long
And pass out jobs to yer relatives 'n such
So you all keeps a lot, 'n nobody else
Ever gets too much.. .to speak of. . .
So what? What can you say?
So long as the trash gets picked up
So long as the trash gets locked up
Just so the trash don't stack up
Some day you won't be on page three
Or page four anymore

OL'LADY, OL'LADY OL' LADY, OL' LADY OL' LADY, OL' LADY OL' LADY, OL' LADY

By the grace of God you had a son
He's the one and only one
He grew up and by and by
He came to be a Beautiful Guy

 

I'M A BEAUTIFUL GUY:

 

I'm a beautiful guy
And you have just walked by
And I have gave you the eye
But you pretend to be shy
But I'm a beautiful guy
(You know what I mean? You know whatI mean?)
So I want to know why, why, why
You make me cry, cry, cry
'Cause you wanna try, try, try
Some stupid game on me
They're drinking lighter
They're full of water
I hear them say: "Let's jog... ''
They're playing tennis
Their butts are tighter
What could be whiter?
Hey?
Your atheletic approach has a lot of appeal
The girl is responding to your little deal
She's modern 'n empty 'n totally vain
But beauty, of course, can feel no pain

 

BEAUTY KNOWS NO PAIN:

 

Beauty knows no pain
So what you cryin' about Girl
Even if yer plain
You could be tryin' it out Girl
Even if yer plain,
You could be tryin' it out Girl
Beauty is a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry
Beauty is a colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye
Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die
Beauty is a Beauty is a Beauty is a Lie

But you don't care if if s a lie
'Cause you are such a beautiful guy
Your head is north, your feet is south
And you save the rest for Charlie's mouth
Your head is north
Your feet is south
And you save the rest for
CHARLIE'S ENORMOUS MOUTH. . .