Hall Amp Oates Gino (the Manager) Lyrics

Gino (the Manager) Lyrics

(Daryl Hall/John Oates)



 



 You've got Sicilian imagination



 Second generation



 And a long way from the family crime



 But you've got your own way



 Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line



 



 You're a patent leather lover



 With you're Gucci-Pucci pointed shoes



 And you're swearing on your mother



 That "all this could be yours"



 Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line



 



 Remember hard work means something



 Live fast, die laughing



 No hurt in asking



 Nothing for nothing



 



 Gino no no no no no no no no no no 



 no no no no no no no no no no no 



 no no no no no no no no no no no no!



 



 You've got Contractual Agitation



 Transcendental meditation works fine



 But now you're paying off the Guru



 Get to Heaven "on time"



 Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line



 



 Remember hard work means something



 Live fast, die laughing



 No hurt in asking



 Nothing for nothing



 



 You couldn't live without little Gino, no



 That's what he tells me, little Gino, no



 You couldn't live without little Gino, no



 That's what he tells me, little Gino, no no