Songtext von Gino (The Manager)

You've got Sicilian imagination Second generation And a long way from the family crime But you've got your own way Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line You're a patent leather lover With you're Gucci-Pucci pointed shoes And you're swearing on your mother That "all this could be yours" Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line Remember hard work means something Live fast, die laughing No hurt in asking Nothing for nothing Gino no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! You've got Contractual Agitation Transcendental meditation works fine But now you're paying off the Guru Get to Heaven "on time" Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line Remember hard work means something Live fast, die laughing No hurt in asking Nothing for nothing You couldn't live without little Gino, no That's what he tells me, little Gino, no You couldn't live without little Gino, no That's what he tells me, little Gino, no no