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Song Parodies -> "Italians (Revised)"

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"Italians (Revised)"

Parody Written by:

Guy DiRito

The Lyrics

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Grimly scene in Queens the brains on dashboard stickin',
Such tales are gabbed with wine, and Cuban cigars smoked.
They hit the one who drove; He's set up for the killin',
Park car here, gotta pee, a gun shot; He’s so croaked.
Don't arrange to have me ride with no Italians,
It's just not safe for anyone,
Cannoli claim; in car leave gun, we’re done.
A coldened look, you're dead if that's the way their thinkin',
Jest "Vinnie Clown", "The Program" [1] bound, he turned the stool.
They don't estrange, your head they'll dent, no man's an island,
Goes all the same for everyone,
Don't drop no name, their way's the gun, not fun.

Just a little C-Note slide,
Squeeze a little vicey shoe.
A little business on the side,
As long you pay your tribute due.
The racket guys' here to survive,
Better not go try to screw.
Yeah, and nothing, no no nothing, do they say,
Or they'll be mourning for the day is done.
"La Cosa Nostra, como tu?"
Then starts the grieving from the hit man’s gun,
When there comes these nasty goons.
There's no forgiving once you're screwed.

Scusi [2] Sunday is the one day that they keep clear,
Yeah, they eat gnocchi and play bocce, games of wage.
There talk is small, no deals or hauls, like fresh fed panthers.
Yeah, they're playin' fun but there's no lacking in their gauge,
Disengage, they let their vent out, these Italians.
This day they claim for play and fun,
It's just all games, home stay the gun, the gun.

"Willy Aches" he nails "'mook's" [3] hides,
Well, he's a very icy dude.
Willy takes 'em for a ride,
And he is very likely rude.
Will he leave 'em left alive?
He ain't even tryin' to.
Yes, but there's nothing, no, no nothing, that will get them "stay",
Yeah, there's no warning when they bring the gun,
And they won't nearly miss your brain.
At PA central on the noonday run,
May die severely under train.
Not above killin' next of kin or friend,
When it's just a 'friendly' feud.
'Cause it is just business they're not sorry men.
They will shoot you through and through,
All their damage they contain,
They stay the same.
And they... will leave... you dying!
Eeeeeeeeeee - bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad,
So dead quite!

[1] "The Program" - Mob Speak for the witness protection program.

[2] Scusi - Italian meaning excuse or a relaxing of formalities.

[3] 'Mook - From Jamook - mob speak meaning idiot, loser, lamebrained, you know, a jamook.

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alvin - August 21, 2008 - Report this comment
lol...the king of the mob parody slays me again
LadyCupCakes - August 21, 2008 - Report this comment
ArriveDerci, Senore Mafioso Magnificaso!

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