Luigi - Louis Prima, Keely Smith

There’s a fella named Luigi

He comes from Italy

I wanna be like Luigi 'cause he’s always got money

With a book in his pocket, a pencil in his hand

Luigi’s got-a the bees-a-knees that I no understand

He stand-a on the corner, I think-a he waste his time

People come up to him and say «Number five-a for-a dime»

Hey Luigi, Whadda you do?

Hey Luigi teach-a me too

When you come here, you no can count

Now you make-a the money by the big amount

With Luigi things are cookin' he dress-a like a dude

He’s-a no what you call good lookin' but he sure is a lookin' dude

«Hello Hello Luigi» The pretty girls all say he’s no Giovan Amici,

but still he’s a do okay

On every one of the fingers, he flash-a the big-a jewel

Now he can buy the caviar, he’s through with pasta fazool

Hey Luigi whadda you do?

Hey Luigi teach-a me too

When you come here, you big-a bum, now you make-a the money by the big-a sum

Now a funny thing-a happen, it happened yesterday

The police-a-man he come and take Luigi far away

Goodbye, goodbye Luigi, I no like to see you go

I know just how you feeling, but I make-a the dough

Don’t you worry Luigi, I call-a you on the phone, I’ll take over the numbers

while you crack-a the big stone

Hey Luigi!

I’m-a no fool

Hey Luigi!

Ah you wretched troll

I take-a the numbers, but notlike you think

I’m-a the policeman who put you in the clink

My dear paisano’s, I’m telling you, don’t be like Luigi or the police-a-man

will get you too