'Allo
I'm-a Giuseppe
I got-a something special-a for you
ready?
Uno
duo
tre
quatro!
When I was a boy
just abouth the eightth-a grade
Mama used to say: 'Don't stay out-a late
With the bad-a boys
always shoot-a pool
Giuseppe going to flunk-a school!'
Boy
it make-a me sick
all the t'ing I gotta do
I can't-a get-a no kicks
always got to follow rules
Boy
it make-a me sick
just to make-a lousy bucks
Got to feel-a like a fool
And-a mama used to say all-a time:
What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect
What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?
It's-a not so bad
it's-a nice-a place
Ah
shaddap-a you face!
That's-a my mama. I can remember!
Big accordion solo!
Ah ! Play dat again! Really nice
really nice!
Soon-a come-a day
gonna be a big-a star
Den I make-a T.V. shows and-a movies
Get-a myself a new car
but still I be myself
I don't want-a to change a t'ing
Still a-dance and a-sing
[ t'ing about-a mama
she used to say:
What's-a matter you? Hey! . . .
Mama
she said it all-a da time!
What's-a matter you? Hey!
Gotta no respect
. . .
That's-a my mama!
Hello
everybody!
'At's out-a dere in-a radio and-a T.V. land
aid you know I had a big-a hit-a song in-a Italy with-a disc?
Shaddap-a you face,
I sing-a dis-a song
all-a my fans applaud
Dey clap-a da hands
dat-a make me feel-a so good;
You ought to learn-a dis-a song
it's-a real-a simple -
See
I sing: 'What's-a matter you?' You sing: 'Hey!'
Den I sing-a da rest
and den at de end
we can all-a sing:
Ah, Shaddap-a you face!
0.k.
let's-a try it
really big -
Uno
duo
tre
quatro!
What's - a matter you ? Hey !...