Mia Carlotta

Guiseppe, da barber, ees greata for "mash",
He gotta da bigga, da blacka moustache,
Good clo'es an' good styla an' playnta good cash.

W'enevra Guiseppe ees walk on da street,
Da people dey talka, "how nobby! how neat!
How softa da hands, how smalla da feet."

He leefta hees hat an' he shaka hees curls,
An' smila weeth teetha so shiny like pearls;
Oh, manny da heart of da seelly young girls
          He gotta.
      Yes, playnta he gotta -
          But notta
          Carlotta!

Guiseppe, da barber, he maka da eye,
An' lika da steam engine puffa an' sigh,
For catcha Carlotta w'en she ees go by.

Carlotta she walka weeth nose in da air,
An' look through Guiseppe weeth far-away stare,
As eef she no see dere ees som'body dere.

Guiseppe, da barber, he gotta da cash,
He gotta da clo'es an' da bigga moustache,
He gotta da seelly young girls for da "mash",
          But notta -
      You bat my life, notta -
          Carlotta.
          I gotta!