Some people like their pizza
Some people like a soffritt
And others like hot pepper
On everything they eat
You hunger with a vuole
To taste some baccalà
And all of once you think
“Well, I answer to cumpà”

My lovely, lovely woman
I hate to see her cry
But when I start to mangia
I get the evil eye
My vuole’s getting stronger
Ah, to hell with my cumpà
Then I get it from my woman
Che te pozzan’ schiattà

Agita, my goombah in the panzon
When I eat he gets a treat like a canzon
He enjoys every meal, every bite that I steal
Agita, my cumpà in the panzon

The tasty veal and peppers
With linguin’ by the side
I know it gets confusing
You just cannot decide
But if you cross your cumpà
There is not a place to hide
So think about la panza
With that little man inside

Agita, my goombah in the panzon
When I eat he gets a treat like a canzon
He enjoys every meal, every bite that I steal
Agita, my cumpà in the panzon
Agita, my cumpà in the panzon