Italian Boys by Vic Damone
Grandma: Okay, my lil Victor, I'm so glad you're here! How's come you so skinny? Don't you like Grandma's pasta fazole? Spaghetti? Meatballs? Come on Victor, manja, you get big!
It was told to me (Grandma: I want you to be a strong boy when you get big! )
That I'm an honored member of the greatest nationality
(His Grandma said)
Grandma: Tu bei lineamenti Italiano, [probrother?] gene. Lavoro lavare, portare nama nigase
I never learned the language
But translated she said
They've got the looks
They've got the smarts
They know romance
They've got sensitive hearts
And can they cook
Let me lay something on ya
Nobody makes any better lasagna
Eat some pizza
Make some noise
And be proud that you are one of the Italian boys
Grandma: Come on, open up, open up, Victor! Open up, 'at a boy, Victor!
She would cook the pasta
I would stir the sauce (Grandma: You're gonna remember Grandma Mignogna, what's Grandma tells you)
Get the homemade dressing
Don't forget there's salad yet to toss
(His Grandma said)
Grandma: You know, Victor? Dandy mea Italia, ariva qui dei cent'anni. Evacuazione tu a Americano nonché bone bien!
I carry on the family name
So she makes sure I know
They love to sculpt
And painting's a cinch
Let's not forget "Leonardo DaVinch"!
We name our kids Dominic and Malfisa
My Grandma looks just like the Mona Lisa (Grandma laughs)
I share the pride
And pride the joy
Of being what I am: an Italian boy
Grandma: Victor, Grandma loves you so much. Someday, I want you to be a big man, I want you to write a song just for me. (Vic chuckles) And then when Grandma's dead and gone, you can play that song for people who's comin after me, okay, Victor?
Vic: (laugh) Okay.
Grandma: (this is an Italian line... it ends with "cu bella del mondo")
Vic: Okay, Grandma, Grandma, I gotta finish the song.
Grandma: That's right!
When we unite the whole family
I got more cousins than the eye can see
America, sing a thank you chorus
To Chris Columbus
He discovered it for us
We got the style
We got the poise
We've got to fill the world with more Italian boys
Grandma: And Victor, I'm glad you are half-Italian, because you do have a little bit of Dego blood in you and you are adorable! (Vic laughs) You a little boy now but when you get big, Grandma still give you a big chunk of chocolate! (both laugh) You love that chunk of chocolate?
Vic: (laughing) Oh yes, yes.
Grandma: You know what your momma did one time?
Vic: No no, tell me, tell me.
Grandma: She went out with your dad and she left you over my house. It was a summertime, and this is a the truth... (trails off)