Max Ferguson, Michael Sansonia - I Wish I Had An Uncle In The Mafia Lyrics

La vendetta è un piatto che si serve freddo
I wish I had an uncle in the mafia, at times, such as these
I'd have him work you over, and put you in your place
I'd sit there laughing, as he rearranged your face
Oh I wish I had an uncle, in the mafia
I wish I had an uncle in the mafia, to bring you to your knees
If he were a part, of my family tree
It would be like the Godfather, Parts I, II, and III
Oh I wish I had an uncle in the mafia
It's one of my faults; I'm just not a forgiver
They would drag you one day, from the East River
With a crab that's noshing, on your liver
If I had an uncle in the mafia
The policemen might think, that you probably jumped off
But from that bridge, in fact you had been dumped off
I would know yesterday, you had been bumped off
If I had an uncle in the mafia
I would tell him about, problems you're giving me
And soon enough, you would stop living, see
He wouldn't be known, for acting forgivingly
And that is why you wouldn't grow o-old
Yes that is why you wouldn't grow old
If you hadn't been late, with that check to me
And shown just a little bit, more respect to me
You could have avoided, that scrotectomy
They say revenge is best served co-old
They say revenge is best served cold
You would be in a cast, and have hundreds of stitches
Or in the ocean, sleeping with the fishes
These are just some, of my fondest wishes
If I had an uncle in the mafia
If only I had been, much more respected
The coroner would not, have your body dissected
Oh what a joy, to be connected
If I had an uncle in the mafia

La vendetta è un piatto che si serve freddo
I wish I had an uncle in the mafia, at times, such as these
I'd have him work you over, and put you in your place
I'd sit there laughing, as he rearranged your face
Oh I wish I had an uncle, in the mafia
I wish I had an uncle in the mafia, to bring you to your knees
If he were a part, of my family tree
It would be like the Godfather, Parts I, II, and III
Oh I wish I had an uncle in the mafia
It's one of my faults; I'm just not a forgiver
They would drag you one day, from the East River
With a crab that's noshing, on your liver
If I had an uncle in the mafia
The policemen might think, that you probably jumped off
But from that bridge, in fact you had been dumped off
I would know yesterday, you had been bumped off
If I had an uncle in the mafia
I would tell him about, problems you're giving me
And soon enough, you would stop living, see
He wouldn't be known, for acting forgivingly
And that is why you wouldn't grow o-old
Yes that is why you wouldn't grow old
If you hadn't been late, with that check to me
And shown just a little bit, more respect to me
You could have avoided, that scrotectomy
They say revenge is best served co-old
They say revenge is best served cold
You would be in a cast, and have hundreds of stitches
Or in the ocean, sleeping with the fishes
These are just some, of my fondest wishes
If I had an uncle in the mafia
If only I had been, much more respected
The coroner would not, have your body dissected
Oh what a joy, to be connected
If I had an uncle in the mafia