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A made-a wise guy and a capo with the Gambini
But when he found out that they’d be whackin’ uncle Cheech
He take-a the boss, he threw him from the nineteenth floor suite!
Wasn’t much-a long 'til the mob all wants him dead
So Jimmy had no choice-a but to talk-a to all the Feds
The feds-a say they had to take him, use him as a pawn
So he ratted out his friends and moved to Saskatchewan
Fugget About It
Fugget About It
Fugget About It
Oh, FUGGET ABOUT IT!