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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)

💃✂️✨ Imagine this: a smoky Havana bar at midnight, the bongos are hot, the trumpets are hotter — and in the middle of it all, a blonde hairdresser with scissors sharper than her love life. Welcome to the most dangerous salon in Latin Jazz history.

This isn’t just a haircut. It’s a bolero of obsession, a cha-cha of unrequited love, a mambo of madness. Every “click click click” of the scissors swings like claves, every “snip snip snip” dances like congas. The poor guy in the chair? He just wanted a trim. Instead, he got a full Latin Jazz opera where every strand of hair falls to the floor like broken promises.

So lean back, sip your mojito, and let the rhythm cut you deep. Just… don’t fall in love with your stylist. She charges extra for heartbreak.

Lyrics:

Every time you take this chair,
I breathe you in, I touch your hair.
My hands are trembling, steel so near,
But you don’t see me standing here.

You close your eyes, you never speak,
A silent wall, week after week.
I cut your crown, I trace your skin,
I beg for love you won’t let in.

Click click click — clack clack clack,
Hair falls down but you don’t look back.
I cut in love, I cut in pain,
You walk away, I stay insane.
Snip snip snip — chop chop chop,
My beating heart, it just won’t stop.
I give my soul with every line,
But you just pay and leave me blind.

I dream you’ll turn, I dream you’ll stay,
But you just smile, then fade away.
Your cold goodbye, my burning crime,
I cut your hair, I cut my time.

Each little strand, a piece of me,
Falling down so endlessly.
I try to shine, I try to glow,
But you just leave — you’ll never know.

Click click click — clack clack clack,
Hair falls down but you don’t look back.
I cut in love, I cut in pain,
You walk away, I stay insane.
Snip snip snip — chop chop chop,
My beating heart, it just won’t stop.
I give my soul with every line,
But you just pay and leave me blind.

One day these hands might slip too deep,
One day the secret I will keep.
I cut your hair, but not enough,
I wanted love — I gave you love.

Click click click — clack clack clack,
Broken heart on a salon track.
I cut in love, I cut in pain,
You walk away, I stay insane.
Snip snip snip — chop chop chop,
I fall apart, I never stop.
Your perfect head, my perfect crime,
And still you leave, like every time.

Click (Latin Jazz Version)

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Click (Latin Jazz Version)

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