Giupetto

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Vic Chesnutt - Pop

Giupetto

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Giupetto! Pinnochio Your adopted son is getting ready to go The candle wicks are asterisks You carved him yourself out of sticks A propos, had to go He loved the alps But he hated the snow Things switch Chop a new niche Soon you won't remember Oh which one is which Your sorrow is so silly What's there to keep him in Italy? What's there to keep him in Italy? He'll send you news How he took a cruise Stuck his sea legs in the sailor shoes And finally, across some sea Finding himself all kinds of the finery But he took a week to learn how to speak But the language hurts Yeah, the consonants tweak Mute malaise, heavy haze The reparations only partly pays But your sorrow is so silly What's there to keep him in Italy? What's there to keep him in Italy?

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Credits

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  • Vic Chesnutt