You’re worse than “Rififi”1
you’re going to end up in jail
Under the hat’s brim
you’re hiding these beautiful eyes,
these coercing eyes like you
Watch out for the police
If they find you in the streets
you won’t be able to act tough,
you’re going to end up in jail,
you’re worse than “Rififi”
Where are you going to? Where are you coming from?
Where did you get the revolver?
Mafioso, my mafioso!
Where are you going to? Where are you coming from?
You’ll get in trouble
Mafioso, my mafioso!
Walk close to the wall, make no mistakes.
That shadow in the darkness; who can it be?
Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!
Sweet mother, a little kid!
But why are you asking for trouble?
Where are you going to? Where are you coming from?
Where did you get the revolver?
Mafioso? Mafioso! Mafioso!
All the days in a cafè,
all the nights at the tabarè 2,
dressed with a gabardine,
with a smell of brylcreem
that’s spreading around you.
This is a police whistle,
kid, pull yourself together,
if you get a temper,
who knows how will it end
this thing you’re doing like “Rififi”
Where are you going to? Where are you coming from?
1. a novel and film about gangsters2. a cabaret serving dinner