The Dago

I AM -a one Ital-i-an
People call-a me Da-go-man;
I like-a live U-ni-ted State,
Mak-a heap o' mon-a any rate;
Smok-a vera cheap-a ciga-ret,
Eat-a macaroni an' spaget';
I am-a descended from
Christoph' Colomb'!

I am-a da dago
That mak-a da play go;
I live on-a sago,
Work-a cheap-a than Irish Pat.
I sell-a banano
An' play da piano
For da Americano,
An' mak-a good-a Democrat!

I bring-a dis-a leetal monk
Ovair in dis-a leetal trunk;
Though-a vera homely one,
He help-a me mak-a da mon.
Irish man he call-a me,
Da leetal monkey pedigree;
Call-a da monk ancestor from
Christoph' Colomb'!

I drag piano through da town;
People throw me da nickel down;
I mak-a vera sweet-a bow
To servant gal, she mak-a row:
Call-a me da piano horse!
Say pian' so old, o' course
It was-a descended from
Christoph' Colomb'!

Beeg-a fool come evair day,
Ask-a where I learn to play;
Tell-a me I must-a be
Great-a lik-a Pad-a-ru-si-kee!
Small boy mak-a bad-a face;
Call-a me dat-a stumpy race—
Mis-fit-a descended from
Christoph' Colomb'!

Cable-car he bump-a me,
Police-a-man he thump-a me,
Truck-a-man upset-a me,
Sprinkle-a-man he wet-a me,
Fire-a-engine come-a dash,
Break da organ all-a smash!
Kill da monk decended from
Christoph' Colomb'!
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