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Thread #139762   Message #3210499
Posted By: Jim Dixon
21-Aug-11 - 03:24 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Songs of The Happiness Boys/Jones & Hare
Subject: Lyr Add: PASTAFAZOOLA (Van & Schenck)
PASTAFAZOOLA (1927)
Words & music by Gus Van & Joe Schenck, ©1927
As sung by Billy Jones & Ernest Hare (The Happiness Boys)

—Good morning, paisan.
—Ah, buongiorno, signore. Come stai?
—Oh, I'm fine. Come stai to you, paisan.
—Oh, molto bene.
—Hey, what are you doin' anyhow? You workin'?
—Work-a? Oh, boss, I got a fine-a job now.
—Yeah?
—I'm a politish'.
—What do you mean, you're a politish'?
—Oh, I got a swell-a job. I politish' the boulevard. Yeah, paisan. Say, I tell you something. You know where's a restaurant?
—Why Joe, what kind do you want?
—Oh, a nice-a place. You capisce? Where they make Italian dish?
—Well now, there's Tony's. Do you see?
—Where?
—Two blocks down the street.
—All right. Goodbye. That's the place for me.
—Well, what are you going to eat?

—Pastafazoola. —Will you tell me what you mean?
—Sure I tell. Pastafazoola. That's-a noodle and-a navy bean.
—First antipasto. —I must order it some time.
—And then you must-o have Italian wine.
Pastafazoola make-a weak-a man-a strong.
Pastafazoola make you live-a very long.
You want-a be a great big sheik? —Yes.
—Make-a women bite-a you cheek? —Sure.
—Well, don't be a fool; eat pastafazool.
He's-a very good. He make you feel fine, you know?
Now paisan, want-a something great?
—Sure. Come on, I'll have a plate.
—I'll bet you my barber shop.
—Well, I'll take one bite and then I'll stop.
—Hey waiter, waiter, come on, make-a hurry up!
—Don't be so foolish!
—Well now, what-a you want? You ask-a me what to eat.
Just bring us one big dish.

[To the tune of Finiculi, Finicula:]
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

Pastafazoola, it's-a very good to eat.
—Say what makes Babe Ruth hit a home run?
—And what-a Mister Rockefeller make a lot o' mon'?
—What makes Jack Dempsey think he can fight?
—Pastafazoola, 'cause he eats him ev'ry night.
—Well, what makes McCormick sing a high note?
—And what made Christopher Columbo take a boat?
What's-a make-a Mussolini boss of Italy?
—And what made Lindbergh fly across the sea?

Pastafazoola! We will tell you what we mean.
Pastafazoola! Noodle and-a navy bean.
First antipasto, you must order it sometime.
And then you must-o have Italian-a wine.
Pastafazoola! Make-a weak-a man-a strong.
Pastafazoola! Make-a live-a very long.
—And if you want a great big chest,
—Push the buttons off-a you vest,
—Don't be a fool. Eat pastafazool.