| There’s a fella named Luigi
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| He comes from Italy
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| I wanna be like Luigi 'cause he’s always got money
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| With a book in his pocket, a pencil in his hand
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| Luigi’s got-a the bees-a-knees that I no understand
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| He stand-a on the corner, I think-a he waste his time
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| People come up to him and say «Number five-a for-a dime»
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| Hey Luigi, Whadda you do?
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| Hey Luigi teach-a me too
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| When you come here, you no can count
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| Now you make-a the money by the big amount
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| With Luigi things are cookin' he dress-a like a dude
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| He’s-a no what you call good lookin' but he sure is a lookin' dude
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| «Hello Hello Luigi» The pretty girls all say he’s no Giovan Amici,
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| but still he’s a do okay
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| On every one of the fingers, he flash-a the big-a jewel
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| Now he can buy the caviar, he’s through with pasta fazool
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| Hey Luigi whadda you do?
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| Hey Luigi teach-a me too
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| When you come here, you big-a bum, now you make-a the money by the big-a sum
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| Now a funny thing-a happen, it happened yesterday
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| The police-a-man he come and take Luigi far away
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| Goodbye, goodbye Luigi, I no like to see you go
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| I know just how you feeling, but I make-a the dough
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| Don’t you worry Luigi, I call-a you on the phone, I’ll take over the numbers
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| while you crack-a the big stone
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| Hey Luigi! |
| I’m-a no fool
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| Hey Luigi! |
| Ah you wretched troll
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| I take-a the numbers, but notlike you think
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| I’m-a the policeman who put you in the clink
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| My dear paisano’s, I’m telling you, don’t be like Luigi or the police-a-man
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| will get you too |