Edoardo Bennato - "Uffà! Uffà!" - [1980].
Uffà! Uffà! What a nuisance
I don't like this war, I don't want to fight it
I don't care about the oil, call me a coward, call me abnormal
But this time, the crusades
I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to go
Uffà! Uffà! Throw your darts
Say whatever you want, on television, in the newspapers
Call me a traitor, a deserter, shameless
But this time, the crusades
I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to go
Uffà! Uffà! Let them blow off steam
Let them wallow in sand and oil
They set prices too high, they do whatever they want
But this time, the crusades
I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to go
Uffà! Uffà! They were already strange
Maybe by inheritance or by constitution
But with the mirages of Wonderland you made them meaner
And so now you can all go on foot
And don't, and don't, and don't blackmail me
Why don't you try to exploit solar energy?
Or else try to harness energy from the sea
Or wherever the hell you want, I won't be part of this business
This time, the crusades
I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to go
Uffà! Uffà! Better everyone in the dark
Better everyone cold and without gas in our tanks
Yes, I admit it, it's painful, not a joke, it's serious trouble
But you go yourselves to the Holy Land
To drive out, to drive out, to drive out the Moors
Why don't you try to exploit solar energy?
Or else try to harness energy from the sea
Or wherever the hell you want, I won't be part of this business
This time, the crusades
I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to go
Uffà! Uffà! What a rip-off
Sooner or later I'll be dragged in, but at least let me spit
On those who are in charge of preparing
This damned, this damned
This blasted World War Three

A text sadly more relevant than ever, even though the song is from 1980...