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I'm a little bit of a mama.
You want to be an American, American, American.
But if I go to Italy,
if I go to a jail, I'm not going to go.
Ok,
Neapolitan,
you want to be an American,
you want to be an American.
You want to be an American and with a golden gift.
They don't attack me because I'm not like them.
I can't go to the things you don't do.
You want to be an American,
I'm sorry,
I never have.
But the sons of the land who are emigrated
and who return to Italy far from the trouble.
You don't understand what's good for you.
If you speak to me in American.
When love is made under the moon.
You don't understand it anymore.
You want to be an American, American, American.
You want to live in fashion,
but if you drink whiskey and soda,
you can feel disturbed.
You dance rock and roll, you play baseball,
you wear a beckonel.
Who gives you the bag of mama?
You want to be an American,
American, American.
But if I go to Italy,
if I go to a jail,
I'm not going to go.
Ok,
Neapolitan,
you want to be an American,
you want to be an American.
You want to be an American, American, American.
But if I go to Italy,
if I go to a jail,
I'm not going to go.
Ok,
Neapolitan,
you want to be an American,
you want to be an American.