Hey love crusader, I want to be your space invader!

Rieccoci di nuovo alla tristezza delle feste comandate.
Questo è un piccolo regalo per tutti voi che passate di qui, casualmente e non, direttamente spedito da quell'universo parallelo che volgarmente l'umanoide chiama ANNI '80.
Ora ecco cosa farò, spengo l'audio della tv che sta trasmettendo "La passione di Cribbio" (ma che originalità...) e metto in loop questa canzone fantastica mentre mi guardo le 100 splatterissime frustate che si sta per beccare "coluicheè", "il verbo", "il soggetto" o il "pronome nominale", fate vobis. Io intanto vi annuntio gaudium magnum perchè il dance PAPA è nato.
Eccovelo.



Ivi riporto testuali parole del Maestro ZLAD. Lui si che è "il Verbo".
Io mi sono già convertito allo ZLADESIMO perchè: ZLAD NON PRENDE LE FRUSTATE, LE DA.
A vous.

Hey baby, wake up from your asleep.
We have arrived on to the future and the whole world is become...

Electronik, supersonik. Supersonik, electronik.

Hey baby, ride with me away.
We doesn't have much time.
My blue jeans is tight,
So on to my love rocket climb.
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel but love,
Above us, there is nothing above
But the stars above.
All systems gone, prepare for downcount!
5
4
3
1!
Offblast!

Fly away in my space rocket.
You no need put money in my pocket.
The door is closed I just lock it.
(Hah!) I put my spark plug in your socket (Hah! Ha ha hah!)

The sun in sky is bright like fire!
You and me gets higher and higher.
Heart of communication fire!
Only thing can stop us is flat tire.

(Hah! Hah! Ha ha hah!)

Hey love crusader, I want to be your space invader.
For you I will descend the deepest moon crater.
I is most stronger than darth vapor.
Obey me, I is your new dictator.

For you is Venus, I am Mars.
With you I is more richer than all the czars.
Make a wishes on a shooting stars, then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars!

Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your beltseats.
We has commenced our descent.
I trust you enjoy this flight as much as you enjoy this accent.

Now, back on earth, is time for down splash.
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash.
People have arrived for to cheer me from near and far.
And as I bloat, I open door and shout:
I am world's biggest washed-up superstar!
(Supersonik, electronik)

As for sure as the sun rises in the west, of all the singers and poets on earth, I am the bestest.
Come, let me put ring of jupiter on your finger.
Then, like a smell around you, I will forever linger.

Okay, is time for end, no more will I sang.
Let me take you back in time, I want for you to experience big bang.
Long live space race, long live Movania.