Gino (Live) - Remastered

One, two, three, four

You've got Sicilian imagination
Second generation
And a long way from the family crime
But you've got your own way
Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line

You're a patent-leather lover
With your Gucci-Pucci pointed shoes
And you're swearing on your mother
That all this could be yours
Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line

Gino said, "Remember hard work means something"
Live fast, die laughing
No hurt in asking
Nothing for nothing

Gino, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no!

You've got contractual agitation
Transcendental meditation works fine
But now you're paying off the guru
Get to heaven on time
Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line

Gino said, "Remember hard work means something"
Live fast, die laughing
No hurt in asking
Nothing for nothing

Gino, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no!

You couldn't live without little Gino, no
That's what he tells me, little Gino, no
You couldn't live without little Gino, no
That's what he tells me, little Gino, no no
Come on, everybody, come with me
I chose to put this in my fair

Hard work means something
Live fast, die laughing
No hurt in asking
Nothing for nothing

Gino, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

That's what Gino say
Nothing for nothing
(Nothing)