The Discotheque...
I love this tune for its unrestricted illustration of a typical Saturday night spent 'disco-hopping' in Rome. The cheap suits, the Ray Ban sunglasses, the accent, the sexual propositions... all so much more comical than seductive. Although I would have found it absolutely amusing to have this line delivered to me, the most I ever got was an uninvited escort into the ladies room, drink in hand and pants half-way to his ankles...
posted by Lyllia at 9:07 PM
5 Comments:
Of course, he's disgusting, but I can respect that he just comes out and says what he wants!
Good lord! YouTube is a never-ending source of cheesiness!
Phlegmfatale: In Italy, that kind of freedom gets a slap from the intended recipient. Saw it too many times. But, I do love the conviction in his attitude.
J: I actually heard this song on XM radio (UPop). Apparently, the tune is a huge hit in Europe. I knew the video had to be exceptionally cheesy... so I just had to look it up. Regardless, I think this is a great line to feed any girl who you know you're going to get a slap from anyway.
It's no true that the tune is a huge hit in Europe, because I think the images doesn´t respet women.
Anonymous- You should seriously consider a lesson -or two- on the English language. Not that this will do anything to resolve your ignorance issues, but at least you'll be taken seriously.
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