Fabio Concato - A Dean Martin Little girl, tiny one
I bought you ice cream,
caramel
and a bag of popcorn.
I'm sorry, butterfly, that you
don't like at all
the scent of my hair gel.
I wish I could take you to Texas with me
and build our little ranch
with some animals.
You say I'm already there,
but don't joke around, little girl.
Dove, why are you laughing? You say I have
too short pants.
Doll, what does it matter
if I have a little tuft of hair
as you say?
I wish I knew why you don't want me.
I have all my teeth, I'm healthy and
American.
I'm a conservative
and anti-communist, is that enough for you?
I'm an artist.
How much hair do you have on your chest
now that I look at you better
you really look like a little man.
You have a beard, a thick neck
now you're laughing so hard you might pee yourself.
With all the black people, why me
who is white and clean as a whistle?
I love women and drive them crazy,
poor Martin, better get going.
