SHADDAPPA YOU FACE
(words & music: Joe Dolce)

When I was a boy, just about-a eighth-a grade
Mama used to say, "Don't-a stay out late
With the bad-a boys, always shoot-a pool
You gonna flunk-a school"

Boy, it make-a me sick, all the things I gotta do
Can't-a getta no kicks; always gotta follow rules
Boy, it make-a me sick; just-a make a lousy bucks
I gotta feel like a fool

(and mama used to say:)

What'sa matta you, hey?
You gotta no respect?
Whatta you think you do?
Why you looka so sad?
It's-a not so bad
It's-a nice-a place
Ah, shaddappa you face!

Soon-a come-a day, gonna be-a big-a star
Gonna make-a movies; buy a nice-a car
But still-a be myself; I'm-a never change a thing
Always dance an' sing

('cause I remember mama used to say:)

What'sa matta you, hey?
You gotta no respect?
Whatta you think you do?
Why you looka so sad?
It's-a not so bad
It's-a nice-a place
Ah, shaddappa you face!

(spoken)
Hello, everybody, that's out there in radio and television land. Did you know I had a bit hit song in Italy with this: 'Shaddappa You Face'? I sing this song and all my fans applaud, they clap their hands. That make me feel so good. You ought to learn this song, It's really simple. I sing: 'Whatsa Matta You?" You sing: 'Hey!" You sing the rest and at the end, we can all sing 'Ah, shaddappa you Face!' Okay, let's try it, really big... Uno, Duo, Tre, Quatro:

What'sa matta you, hey?
You gotta no respect?
Whatta you think you do?
Why you looka so sad?
It's-a not so bad
It's-a nice-a place
Ah, shaddappa you face!