"Kiss me, Lolatina!"
Said the local Mafia don
"C'mon and give me all your sugar
With your white vinyl on
You know I love you, Lolatina
But I have to go for a while
You'll stay with Guido
And he'll protect you
While I travel
I won't forget you
You petulant thing."
Tina Lolatina
In her white stiletto heels
She's got a charge card
And a mission
She's spinnin' Guido's wheels
But though she hates him
And berates him
Passion tears at his very soul
It's automatic
'Cause he's Italian
And she's Castilian
And wearing plastic
And chewing gum
"Kiss me, Lolatina!"
Said the lowly Mafia goon
"We've got 'til Tuesday to escape him
We could be in Tuscany soon
We must hurry, Lolatina
Won't you step into this thong?"
It's kind of tragic
How they were slaughtered
Beside the road
What sort of trouble
Some kind of magic
Castilian rose?