I had empty pants,
So he socked my eye
Demand: pay the loan!
And the vig is high.
He reached in his pants,
And I thought, "Oh, no!
He'll pull out a gun and then let it blow!"

Lame it was to cross da Nostra,
They get mad as hell.
Lame it was to cross da Nostra,
That just isn't swell.

Oh, it all began with just one little gaffe,
The kind that doesn't make the made men laugh

Lame it was to cross da Nostra
Not full of love.

Hey, this guy's a goon
(Yo, yo, da Cosa Nostra)
He gives me a shove
(Yo, yo, da Cosa Nostra)
I'd best pay, and soon!
(To, to da Cosa Nostra)
Not full of love

Now I'm sad and say, "Please abide with me,
'cause I'm gonna raise it all, you'll see.
Yes, it's a big task--if you'll let me out. . .
[sotto voce:]
I'm going on the lam, without a doubt!"

Lame it was to cross da Nostra,
They get mad as hell.
Lame it was to cross da Cosa Nostra,
You won't feel too well.

Oh, it all began with just one little gaffe,
I'm praying now that I don't get a gaff.

Lame it was to cross da Nostra,
Not full of love.

Hey, they buy my tune!
(D'oh! D'oh! da Cosa Nostra)
Bull's what I'm full off
(Go, go from Cosa Nostra)
Pay next day at noon
(Go, go to Côte d'Or, gold hoard)
So, so long, Cosa Nostra. . . .