Married to the Mob

A girl went back to Napoli
Because she missed the scenery
The native dances
and the charming songs

But wait a minute
Somethings wrong
'Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
'Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Go, go, go, you mixed-up siciliano
You calabrese,
do the mambo like-a crazy

With a hey, mambo!
Dont wanna tarantella

'Hey, mambo! No more-a mozzarella
'Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Try an enchilada with the fishy bacalao
And then-a hey, goombah
I love-a how you dance the rumba
But take some advice, paisano
Learn how to mambo
If you gonna be a square,
you aint-a gonna go nowhere

'Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
'Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Go, go, Joe! Shake-a like-a Giovanno
'Hello, kess-a-deetch-a,
get-a happy in the feets-a

When you mambo italiano
Shake-a, baby, shake-a
cos I love-a when you take-a me

Mama say You stop-a
or Im gonna tell-a Papa

And-a hey, jadrool,
you dont-a have to go to school

Just make-a with the beat, bambino
Its like-a vino