When they took him on the trial
They saw that he had a special touch
A gift from God, their Messiah
But his frame was oh-so frail
What he needed was some extra way
To carry the fight with some style
Oh, Paladino
Could you feed him with
All your posions?
All your pills, and concoctions?
Do your luck
Make Polusa a god
Fitted grey and a little steel
You shall see that just one bad fall
Should make his balance crooked
With a boost in his heels
If he strictly brushes down his clothes
He won't stay there looking stupid
Oh, Paladino
Could you feed him with
All your posions?
All your pills, and concoctions?
Do your luck
Make Polusa a god
Oh, Paladino's pills are fatal
He popped as much as he was able
Little Polusa's now a marvel
Oh, Paladino
Could you make him a god?
Make him a god?
Make him a god?
Listen to what I should tell you
Paladino said, "His smile's alright
Keep half as sly when you let him go"
Oh, Paladino
Could you feed him with
All your posions?
All your pills, and concoctions?
Do your luck
Make Polusa a god
Oh, Paladino
Could you feed him with
All your posions?
All your pills, and concoctions?
Do your luck
Make Polusa a god
Paladino's pills has changed him into something else
Now we see Polusa standing out a different class
Paladino's pills has changed him into something else
Now we see Polusa standing out a different class