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A made-a wise guy and a capo with the Gambini
But when he found out that they’d be whackin’ uncle Cheech
He take-a the boss, he threw him from the nineteenth floor suite!
Wasn’t much-a long ‘til the mob all wants him dead
So Jimmy had no choice-a but to talk-a to all the Feds
The feds-a say they had to take him, use him as a pawn
So he ratted out his friends and moved to Saskatchewan
Fugget About It
Fugget About It
Fugget About It
Oh, FUGGET ABOUT IT!
But now he smoke and grow waxy Italian hair? Crime boss.