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...