Nick Cordero feat. Hudson Loverro & A Bronx Tale Original Broadway Ensemble -
A Bronx Tale (Original Broadway Cast Recording)
Roll 'Em
Let me show you how to throw them dice
First you gotta make 'em treat you nice
Here's a little bit of free advice
Listen to Sonny, we'll make some money
Keep it quiet when you shake them bones
Close the doors and disconnect the phones
'Cause you want to hear these losers groans
Let's start the betting, ready, get set and
Roll 'em
You're my lucky charm
Roll 'em
Use that lucky amazing arm
Roll 'em
Go for broke, kid, let's bet the farm
Roll 'em down the aisle
Makin' Sonny smile and looking good
Hey Sonny, your kid's got an arm like a wet noodle
Yeah, Sonny, that boy's a loser
Thank you!
Everybody shut up!
I don't want nobody laughin' at this kid
Nobody laughs at my boy here
Come on, kid, give me a seven
Okay, Sonny
Seven!
Will ya look at this kid?
Give me those dice, let's do it again
Five thousand!
No one else had better jinx the kid
Don't ya even let me think you did
Say you would, I'm gonna flip my lid
Shut your trap or get in the crapper
Come on, buddy, time to shake that fist
Papa's riding on your magic wrist
Try to finish with a little twist
Bing, bam, boom, boys, give him some room to
Roll 'em
Hey, this is fun
Roll 'em
Three and four or six and one
Roll 'em
Get those sevens, done and done
Slam them off the wall
Make those numbers fall just like they should
Okay, Sonny, seven
Go ahead, kid
Seven, seven, seven come to heaven
Don't get cocky, kid, just throw the dice
Four!
Four's a point
I'm sorry, Sonny
No, four's okay, kid, don't panic
But I didn't throw a seven!
Four's okay, kid, take it easy
Kid's panicking, he didn't throw a seven
No, you just have to throw another four
I say the kid makes a hard four
Two, two, on the hard four
I say we put all the money down
Don't worry, Sonny, I can throw another seven
No, no sevens, no sevens
But I thought a seven was good!
Not now, kid, not now
This kid's scaring the crap out of me, this kid
No, seven is not good now, I need four
Two, two, you can do it
Don't throw a seven
We're this close to heaven
We'll be in the money
Unless you crap out
Box cars, snake eyes
That's all it'll take, guys
The kid is a honey
He'll do it no doubt
Roll 'em
I love this game
Roll 'em
I'm the master of this game
Roll 'em
Come on, two and two
Roll 'em
Roll 'em like you're born to do
Roll 'em
Roll 'em
Roll 'em
He did it! Four! I love this kid!
Roll 'em
First you gotta make 'em treat you nice
Here's a little bit of free advice
Listen to Sonny, we'll make some money
Keep it quiet when you shake them bones
Close the doors and disconnect the phones
'Cause you want to hear these losers groans
Let's start the betting, ready, get set and
Roll 'em
You're my lucky charm
Roll 'em
Use that lucky amazing arm
Roll 'em
Go for broke, kid, let's bet the farm
Roll 'em down the aisle
Makin' Sonny smile and looking good
Hey Sonny, your kid's got an arm like a wet noodle
Yeah, Sonny, that boy's a loser
Thank you!
Everybody shut up!
I don't want nobody laughin' at this kid
Nobody laughs at my boy here
Come on, kid, give me a seven
Okay, Sonny
Seven!
Will ya look at this kid?
Give me those dice, let's do it again
Five thousand!
No one else had better jinx the kid
Don't ya even let me think you did
Say you would, I'm gonna flip my lid
Shut your trap or get in the crapper
Come on, buddy, time to shake that fist
Papa's riding on your magic wrist
Try to finish with a little twist
Bing, bam, boom, boys, give him some room to
Roll 'em
Hey, this is fun
Roll 'em
Three and four or six and one
Roll 'em
Get those sevens, done and done
Slam them off the wall
Make those numbers fall just like they should
Okay, Sonny, seven
Go ahead, kid
Seven, seven, seven come to heaven
Don't get cocky, kid, just throw the dice
Four!
Four's a point
I'm sorry, Sonny
No, four's okay, kid, don't panic
But I didn't throw a seven!
Four's okay, kid, take it easy
Kid's panicking, he didn't throw a seven
No, you just have to throw another four
I say the kid makes a hard four
Two, two, on the hard four
I say we put all the money down
Don't worry, Sonny, I can throw another seven
No, no sevens, no sevens
But I thought a seven was good!
Not now, kid, not now
This kid's scaring the crap out of me, this kid
No, seven is not good now, I need four
Two, two, you can do it
Don't throw a seven
We're this close to heaven
We'll be in the money
Unless you crap out
Box cars, snake eyes
That's all it'll take, guys
The kid is a honey
He'll do it no doubt
Roll 'em
I love this game
Roll 'em
I'm the master of this game
Roll 'em
Come on, two and two
Roll 'em
Roll 'em like you're born to do
Roll 'em
Roll 'em
Roll 'em
He did it! Four! I love this kid!
Roll 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Glenn Evan Slater
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