Lyrics:

'Allo, I'm-a Giuseppe
I got-a something special-a for you, ready?
Uno, duo, tre, quatro!
When I was a boy just abouth the eighth-a grade

Mama used to say: 'Don't stay out-a late With the bad-a boys
always shoot-a pool Giuseppe going to flunk-a school!'
Boy it make-a me sick all the t'ing I gotta do
I can't-a get-a no kicks always got to follow rules
Boy it make-a me sick just to make-a lousy bucks
Got to feel-a like a fool
And-a mama used to say all-a time:

What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect
What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?
It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place
Ah shaddap-a you face!
That's-a my mama. I can remember!
Big accordion solo!
Ah ! Play dat again! Really nice, really nice!
Soon-a come-a day, gonna be a big-a star
Den I make-a T.V. shows and-a movies
Get-a myself a new car but still I be myself
I don't want-a to change a t'ing
Still a-dance and a-sing

( t'ing about-a mama, she used to say:
What's-a matter you? Hey! . . .
Mama, she said it all-a da time!
What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect. . .
That's-a my mama!
Hello everybody!
'At's out-a dere in-a radio and-a T.V. land
aid you know I had a big-a hit-a song in-a Italy with-a disc?
Shaddap-a you face, I sing-a dis-a song
all-a my fans applaud, Dey clap-a da hands
dat-a make me feel-a so good;
You ought to learn-a dis-a song
it's-a real-a simple -
See I sing: 'What's-a matter you?' You sing: 'Hey!'
Den I sing-a da rest and den at de end we can all-a sing:
Ah, Shaddap-a you face!
0.k., let's-a try it, really big -
Uno duo tre quatro!

What's - a matter you ? Hey !...