You've got
Sicilian imagination
Second
generation
And a long
way from the family crime
But you've
got your own way
Sign on the
line, sign on the line, on the line
You're a
patent leather lover
With you're
Gucci-Pucci pointed shoes
And you're
swearing on your mother
That
"all this could be yours"
Sign on the
line, sign on the line, on the line
Remember
hard work means something
Live fast,
die laughing
No hurt in
asking
Nothing for
nothing
Gino no no
no no no no no no no no
no no no no
no no no no no no no
no no no no
no no no no no no no no!
You've got
Contractual Agitation
Transcendental
meditation works fine
But now
you're paying off the Guru
Get to
Heaven "on time"
Sign on the
line, sign on the line, on the line
Remember
hard work means something
Live fast,
die laughing
No hurt in
asking
Nothing for
nothing
You
couldn't live without little Gino, no
That's what
he tells me, little Gino, no
You
couldn't live without little Gino, no
That's what
he tells me, little Gino, no no