An’ look through Giuseppe weeth far-away stare,
As eef she no see dere ees som’body dere.
Giuseppe, da barber, he gotta da cash,
He gotta da clo’es an’ da bigga mustache,
He gotta da seelly young girls for da “mash,”
But notta—
You bat my life, notta—
Carlotta.
I gotta!