Lyric Gino (The Manager)

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