Joe Dolce Shut Uppa You Face Lyrics

Shut Uppa You Face Lyrics

'Allo, I'm-a Giuseppe, I got-a something special-a for you, ready? 







Uno, duo, tre, quatro 







When I was a boy, just about the eighth-a grade, Mama used to say don't stay
out-a late with the bad-a boys, always shoot-a pool, Giuseppe going to flunk-a
school. 







Boy, it make-a me sick, all the t'ing I gotta do I can't-a get-a no kicks,
always got to follow rules. 







Boy, it make-a me sick, just to make-a lousy bucks. 







Got to feel-a like a fool and-a mama used to say all-a time. 







What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect. 



What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?



It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place. 







Ah, shaddap-a you face! 







That's-a my mama, I can remember. 



Big accordion solo. 



Ah! Play dat again, Really nice, really nice! 







Soon-a come-a day, gonna be a big-a star. 







Den I make-a TV shows and-a movies. 



Get-a myself a new car, but still I be myself I don't want-a to change a t'ing,
still a-dance and a-sing. 







I t'ink about-a mama, she used to say: 







What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect. 



What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad? It's-a not so bad, it's-a
nice-a place. 







Ah, shaddap-a you face 







Mama, she said it all-a da time.



What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect. 



What-a you t'ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?



It's-a not so bad, it's-a nice-a place. 







Ah, shaddap-a you face 







That's-a my mama! 







Hello, everybody! 



'At's out-a dere in-a radio and-a TV land.



Did you know I had a big-a hit-a song in-a Italy with-a disc Shaddap-a you
face? 







I sing-a dis-a song, all-a my fans applaud.



Dey clap-a da hands, dat-a make me feel-a so good 



You ought to learn-a dis-a song, it's-a real-a simple. 



See, I sing: "what's-a matter you?" 



You sing: "Hey!" 



Den I sing-a da rest and den at de end, we can all-a sing: "Ah, Shaddap-a you
face!" 







O.k., let's-a try it, really big! 







Uno, duo, tre, quatro 







What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect. Hey! 



What-a you t'ink you do? Hey! 



Why you look-a so sad? Hey! 



It's-a not so bad. Hey! It's-a nice-a place.



Ah, shaddap-a you face! 







OK one more-a time for mama! 







What's-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect. Hey! What-a you t'ink you do? Hey!




Why you look-a so sad? Hey! 



It's-a not so bad. Hey! It's-a nice-a place.



Ah, shaddap-a you face!