Из альбома: In My Tribe
Big plans are being made for my sisters wedding day. We'll
have a ball at the Sons of Roma Hall. Family, friends come one and
all.
First the bestman makes a toast to Rocky and my Sister Rose,
"A life of years free of tears. Bottoms up and lots of luck!" Polka,
tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose and Rock alone. Frankie Rizzo and
his Combo play on.
Single girls all hear the call from a crowd at the back wall
and when the bouquet flies each one tries to be the best catch and
next years bride. Uncle Sam and Uncle Joe take their places in the
row. They're standing by side to side for dollar dances with the
bride. Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo, Rose and Rock alone.
"He's a banker, she'll be well off now." Sister Rose take your
mother's place. Trade your home and your maiden name. For a list of
vows and a veil of lace made a wife of you today.
Now they cut the five tier cake, "That Colucci, he can bake."
A frosted tower of sugar and flour for the couple of the hour. Polka,
tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose and Rock alone. She was born to
wear that gown. Sister Rose take your mother's place. Trade your home
and your maiden name. For a list of vows nad a veil of lace made a
wife of you today, but you're my sister Rose the same.