Scapricciatiello

My little rascal,
Get your ass home
If you don’t want to end up
In jail this month.

How can I tell you it’s not right?
That one’s not for you, she’s a handful.
What’s with saying she’s prettier than a rose
If I see you crying on the sly?
Leave her, listen to me, it’s not worth it.

You, for the blonde, you’re way too honest,
She’s made for the shady guy.
Stay away from this trouble
Or you’ll get lost, mama’s boy.

Can’t you see she’s playing you?
She’s got you dancing with a hundred moves?
She makes you believe it and then she leaves,
She’ll make you lose your freedom.

Every morning, mom, in the church,
Prays for you to the Madonna and doesn’t rest.
Drop the knife, don’t act all crazy,
Or you’ll end up in jail and the blonde will marry.
Run to the old lady, go, apologize.

You, for the blonde, you’re way too honest,
She’s made for the shady guy.
Stay away from this trouble
Or you’ll get lost, mama’s boy.

Can’t you see she’s playing you?
She’s got you dancing with a hundred moves?
She makes you believe it and then she leaves,
She’ll make you lose your freedom.

You, for the blonde, you’re way too honest,
She’s made for the shady guy.
Stay away from this trouble
Or you’ll get lost, mama’s boy.

Can’t you see she’s playing you?
She’s got you dancing with a hundred moves?
She makes you believe it and then she leaves,
She’ll make you lose your freedom.

My little rascal,
Get your ass home
If you don’t want to end up
In jail this month.