Bombolo
Nicola Arigliano
Bombolo
He was tall like this, he was big like this
They called him Bombolo
He tried to dance, started to wobble
He took a tumble
He rolled over here, bounced over there
Like a ball
And, fatefully, he fell into a ditch
But he stayed afloat
For his small feet, for his big vest
They called him Bombolo
And they shouted: Oh no, who knows what's under that vest?