—Gid-ap-a, Garibaldi! Nice stromberries, pinanos, peenappleses. Whoa, Garibaldi! What you want, lady? —You got a nice-a fresh-a veg'tabells? —I got-a nice-a radicchio, a cappucia, a spinaci, carroote. What do you want, lady? —I don't care for something today.
Tony has a pony what you call-a nice-a the horse. With a wagon he would sell the vegetables, o' course. Now Garibaldi, he's the name of Tony's nice-a the pony. Tony drove him all around in Little Italy, And when the lady she's-a refuse to buy, Tony he's-a get mad and start to cry:
—What's the matter, Mariuch? —I no like-a you cabuche. —No? —No. —Gid-ap, Garibaldi. What's the matter, Antoinette? —I no like-a you spaghetti —No? —No. —Gid-ap, Garibaldi. Up-a-town, down-a-town, he's-a go all day, And, Sacramento! He give-a the stuff away! —What's the matter Isabelle? —How's you garlic? She's-a smell? —Oh! Gid-ap, Garibaldi.
Tony knew the first-a name of every lady he'd meet. He would yell at all o' them as he's-a go down the street, And when they'd poke-a fun at Garibaldi, Tony said, "Don'-a holler 'Oats!' to him or else he's drop-a dead." And when the veg'tabells commence to rot Tony cried this job is good for naught.
—What's the matter, Josephine? —I no like-a the string-a-bean. —No? —No. —Gid-ap, Garibaldi. What's the matter, Rosemarie? —I no like-a the green-a peas. —No? —No. —Gid-ap, Garibaldi. One day I saw-a Marianna Squeeze-a big bunch o' bananas. Tony look an' holler, "Please, Try coconuts to squeeze." —What's the matter Marguerite? —I no like-a your stuff to eat. —Whoa! Gid-ap, Garibaldi.
Oh, oh, oh, The business is-a slow. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. Hey, hey, hey, Ev'rybody walk away. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! If you no like-a the stromberry, the gooseberry, the blackberry, If you no like-a no berry, I give you the raspberry!
—What's the matter, Rosabelle? My peenapple she's-a swell. No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi. What's the matter, Carmentine? Try-a the lemon. She's-a sweet. No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi. And when the pony's ribs they stick out from-a the side, They cry, "Hey, Tony, give-a the horse a nice-a big-a ride!" Then-a Tony he's-a called "I sell-a the horse but he's-a sold." No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi. Whoa! Stop! Back! Hop! Hey, wop!* What do you say? No? Gid-ap, Garibaldi.
[I assume the horse was named after Giuseppe Garibaldi, and the name was correctly spelled on the record, but misspelled by whoever posted the MP3 at the Internet Archive.
[* At least, that's what I think I hear. The word "wop" would be unacceptable by today's standards.]