Ma, he's not in the mafia
Well, Tori's a liar
Well, she is
I don't care if she's my sister
She's a lying sister then
What? Sisters can't lie?
Daughters can lie
Why can't sisters?
How do I know daughters can lie?
Because I'm your daughter
And I lie to you
That's how I know
No, I'm not lying about this
He's not in the mafia
Because he says he is
That's how I know he's not
Ma, no Italian guy
That says he's in the mafia
Is in the mafia
Especially not on the first date
When he doesn't even know
What the girl he's dating does for a living
What if I were a policewoman?
I was wearing flats
And I had my hair pulled back
How's he gonna know?
I only told Tori he was in the mafia
Because she was bragging about Vinny
Making fireman
Ma, they make you slide down a pole
And aim a hose
Who's flunking that test?
So I said, 'Tori, that guy I went out on a date with is in the mafia'
Then she shut up
'Cause she loves Ray Liotta in 'Goodfellas'
And probably went and bitched at Vinny
For being an upstandin' citizen
'Cause she's always gotta ruin everything
Ma, trust me I'm sure
You should have seen the tie this guy was wearing
No self-respecting mobster
Wears a tie like that
Then he doesn't tip the valet
Or the waitress
Ma, I worked at Mickey's restaurant for six years
Say what you want about the mafia
But don't ever say they're bad tippers
The nail that sunk the camel
Was the dessert
We got dessert
And he ordered the cheesecake
Mafia guys don't eat cheesecake
I don't know why
Maybe there's a code about it or something
All I know is
They don't eat cheesecake
So he's probably an accountant
Or a kindergarten teacher
Or something like that
I'm glad you're relieved, Ma
Nah, I don't think I'm ever gonna see him again
There's guy that I see out all the time
Who says his job is 'pigeon extermination'
Now that sounds like my kinda guy
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