Giupetto Songtext / Lyric

Giupetto! Pinnochio,

your adopted son is getting ready to go

the candle wicks are asterisks

you carved him yourself out of sticks



a propos, had to go,

he loved the alps,

but he hated the snow

things switch,

chop a new niche

soon you won't remember

oh which one is which






your sorrow is so silly,

what's there to keep him in Italy?

what's there to keep him in Italy?



he'll send you news

how he took a cruise

stuck his sea legs in the sailor shoes

and finally, across some sea,

finding himself all kinds of the finery



but he took a week to learn how to speak

but the language hurts,

yeah, the consonants tweak

mute malaise, heavy haze,

the reparations only partly pays.



but your sorrow is so silly,

what's there to keep him in Italy?

what's there to keep him in Italy?