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🍕 “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — the unofficial Italian summer anthem nobody asked for… but everybody needs. 🇮🇹🚗☀️

Imagine this: a tiny German car, endless winding coastal roads, the smell of fresh lasagna in the summer air… and zero parking. Every single sign screams “SOLO PER CLIENTI” — and our poor heroine? She just wants pizza, mamma mia! 🍝

This French House groove blends soulful male vocals (with a gloriously strong Italian accent), filtered disco synths, deep sidechained basslines, and sun-kissed beats into the ultimate late-afternoon soundtrack. It's smooth, it’s groovy, and it comes with a hint of tiramisu-fueled desperation.

If you’ve ever been hangry on holiday, trapped between Aperol dreams and parking nightmares, this one’s for you. Close your eyes, turn up the volume, and drive straight into Mediterranean chaos.

Warning: This track may cause
🍕 Sudden pizza cravings
🥂 Aperol spritz nostalgia
🚗 Spontaneous shouts of “SOLO PER CLIENTI!”

Perfect for:
🌴 Golden-hour beach drives
🍹 Late-summer balcony parties
🎧 Dancing barefoot with pasta in hand
🇮🇹 Pretending you’re Italian even if you’re not

Lyrics:

She drives a tiny car from Germany,
Through winding roads to the deep blue sea,
Dolce vita dreams, sunglasses on,
But her stomach's empty, mamma mia, she’s done!

Every little street, every little sign,
Says “solo per clienti” — babe, she’s losin’ time!
Pizza in her mind, but no place to stay,
O sole mio, take my hunger away!

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Pizza, pasta… where’s the entry?
Solo per clienti!
My amore, it’s so tormenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… help me, senti! 

She sees a little trattoria by the square,
Smells the fresh lasagna in the summer air,
She parks the car, but a man starts to scream:
“Signorinaaa! This is not what it seems!”

"Bellissima, capisci, non si può…
This parking here — non per te!"
And she sighs, “Okay, okay…
I just want pizza… por favoreee!”

Solo per clienti!
No, no, no parcheggio niente!
Solo per clienti!
Tiramisu is my tormenti!
Solo per clienti!
Maccheroni… sentimenti,
Solo per clienti!
O mamma mia… hungry belly! 

Drive, drive, drive…
Past the beach and wine,
One day, somehow…
She’ll find that sign:
“Benvenuti… clienti tutti!”

Solo Per Clienti (French House Version)

I dont wanna be ur girlfriend

🚗🎶 Ever turned on the car radio, only to be assaulted by the musical equivalent of reheated toast? That’s what this track is about: a protest song you can actually dance to. It’s French House meets Nu Disco, with extra sass and fewer “yeah babys” than a washed-up boyband reunion.

This isn’t just music — it’s a middle finger to static, clichés, and fridge-magnet lyricists everywhere. It’s the sound of you skipping three stations in a row, finally landing on something that makes your thumb feel like a DJ god. 💿✨

Warning: May cause spontaneous shoulder shimmies at traffic lights and smug nodding when your neighbor realizes your playlist slaps harder than theirs.

If boring radio songs are the mosquitoes of music, this is the citronella candle with a bassline. 🕺🕯️

Press play, roll your eyes one last time at the FM dial, and join the online kingdom where YOU rule the song.

Lyrics:

Turn the dial, what do I get?
The same three chords they’ve played since cassette.
Voices autotuned until they squeak,
Lyrics written by a fridge magnet chic.

The DJ smiles like it’s something new,
But it’s déjà vu with cheaper glue.

Another boring radio song, playing along,
The melody’s flat and the verse too long.
I roll my eyes, I can’t sing along,
So I kill the static and press play strong.
Another boring radio song, playing along… 

Traffic jam, but the beat’s a ghost,
Sounds like last year’s chart recycled toast.
Every “baby” and “yeah” on repeat,
Is a lullaby for falling asleep.

Same ad break, same fake cheer,
Like Groundhog Day stuck in my ear.

Another boring radio song, playing along,
The melody’s flat and the verse too long.
I roll my eyes, I can’t sing along,
So I kill the static and press play strong.
Another boring radio song, playing along… 

But my playlist’s waiting, sharp and alive,
Songs that actually make me drive.
Goodbye to clichés, goodbye to the mush,
Skip the filler — my thumb loves the push.

Another boring radio song, playing along,
The empire of meh where nothing belongs.
So I make the switch, where the beats are strong,
To my online kingdom where I rule the song. 

But my playlist’s waiting, sharp and alive,
Songs that actually make me drive.
Goodbye to clichés, goodbye to the mush,
Skip the filler — my thumb loves the push.

Another boring radio song, playing along,
The empire of meh where nothing belongs.
So I make the switch, where the beats are strong,
To my online kingdom where I rule the song.

Boring Radio Song (French House Version)

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Boring Radio Song (French House Version)

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