| Lyrics: | 1st verse:]
Pretty Annetta, she feel on the bum
She call da doctor and when he's-a
come
Right away da doctor look and say
"I think Annetta's gonna die"
Pretty Annetta,
she make-a da plea
"Bring-a my sweet-a-heart, Tony, to me"
She keep mum but when her Tony
come
Pretty Annetta she cry
[chorus:]
My sweet Italian man
I'm a sick, I'm
a sick, love-a me much-a quick
Come here and squeeze-a my hand
Say you love me,
wop-a
Like you love your barber shop-a
Don't you wait
If I die, it's gonna be too
late
So you just betta come and pet-a your Annetta while you can
My Italian
man
[2nd verse:]
Tony, he make-a da spoon wid Annette
It make her feel-a much
better, you bet
Twenty time he kiss her nice-a fine
Then Miss Annetta, she was
well
Tony, he sell-a da pick and da shov'
He got no time to work, he's gotta
love
Ev'ry week Annetta she get sick
And to her Tony she yell |
