I don't have a pizzeria
I have nice ice-cream parlour
That is the meeting point of shikeria
Because my ice-cream is OK
For just seven euro fifty
You get an enormous scoop of ice-cream
On the whole that's a bargain
Because the summer is hot
I don't want no a-capella
I rather want a beautiful woman
I give her a lot of stracciatella,
And for the rest, I'm not sure
Recently a bella donna
Enters my ice-cream parlour
She had scoops of two tons
And the rest of her also was fine
I gently asked her
If I could bring her something
All of a sudden the Wise Guys come in
And start to sing
The lady made a face like a lemon
And ran out of my parlour
Even today I still become agressive
When I see the Wise Guys
I don't want no a-capella
I rather want a beautiful woman
I give her a lot of stracciatella,
And for the rest, I'm not sure
Even today I still become agressive
When I see the Wise Guys