Good fella

When you follow the sound of mandolino
red wine, Pinocchio and Arlecchino
painted walls of history
O Sole Mio, and crime in Sicily

We dance the disco Tarantella
in church we’re singing a cappella
fall in love too easily
when you’re born and raised in Italy

Good fella, you better listen to you mamma
bella, and remember you should never
tell her, without being unkind, what is really on your mind
That’s Amore, love and mafia

Do you speak a bit of italiano?
Do you care at all americano?
This boot is made for walking too
but will never walk all over you

Is it true your Mr. Presidente
gets paid in cheese and pasta al dente?
Sure, why not? All is allowed
some say go now, abroad and make us proud

Good fella, you better listen to you mamma
bella, and remember you should never
tell her, without being unkind, what is really on your mind
That’s Amore, love and mafia

Good fella, you better listen to you mamma
bella, and remember you should never
tell her, without being unkind, what is really on your mind
That’s Amore, love and mafia

Tell me baby tell me what is Twist and Rock n Roll?
When you have a different story written in your soul
If you sing “volare, volare” into the blue
close your eyes and enjoy the view

There’s a clown crying “Ridi Pagliaccio”
Can you hear the beauty of his laughter?
From the roof of Italy
he knows no shame
and that’s enough for me

Good fella, you better listen to you mamma bella,
and remember you should never
tell her, without being unkind, what is really on your mind
That’s Amore, love and mafia

Good fella, you better listen to you mamma
bella, and remember you should never
tell her, without being unkind, what is really on your mind
That’s Amore, love and mafia