Hello, I'ma Guiseppi, I gottta something speciala for you, Ready, uno, duo, tres, quatro
When I was a boy just abouta fiftha grade, Mama used to say don'ta stay out alate
With the badda boys, always shoota pool, Guiseppi goin-ta flunka school
Boy it make-a me sick, everyting I gotta do
I can'ta getta no kicks, always gotta follow rules
Boy it make-a me sick, just to make-a lousy bucks
Gotta a feela like a fool
And the mama used to say all the time, What'sa matter you, hey, gotta no respect
Whatta you tink you do, why you looka so sad
Itsa not so bad, Itsa nice-a place, Ahh shaddupa you face
That'sa my mama, can you remember, big accordian solo
Ah-hah, play that thing, really nice, really nice
But soona come a day, gonna be-a bigga star
Thenna make a TV shows and the movies, Getta myself a new car
But still I be myself, I don'ta wanta to change a ting, Stilla dance anda sing
And think about the mama, she used to say
What'sa matter you, hey, gotta no respect
Whatta you tink you do, why you looka so sad
Itsa not so bad, Itsa nice-a place, Ahh shaddupa you face
Mama she said it alla da time, What'sa matter you, hey, gotta no respect
Whatta you think you do, why you looka so sad
Itsa not so bad, Itsa nice-a place, Ahh shaddupa you face, Thatsa my mama
Hello everybody, outs-outta dere in a-radio and a-TV land
Did you know I hadda bigga hitta song in Italy with-a dis, Shaddupa you face
I singa dissa song, alla my fans applaude, they clappa dere hands
That make-a me-a feel so good
You oughta learna dissa song, itsa realla simple
See, I sing, "What'sa matta you", You sing, "Hey", then I singa the rest
And then at the end we can alla sing "Ah shaddupa you face", OK let'sa try i
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