Friends Romans, countrymen
Think of Italy!
Brothers, mothers, bastard sons
We're all family
Mutes and deaf and hard of hearing
Even sacristy
Hold me close instead of fearing
I am the ditty
Duce, Duce Coochie
Duce Coochie Man
What choices are there left?
There's none that I can see
I hate to see you so bereft
You've got to vote for me
Duce, Duce Coochie
Duce Coochie Man
Let me lead you to a tunnel of love
We'll find there what we're dreaming of
I'll make the trains all run on time
I'll drain the Pontine Marsh
Believe me, it will work out fine
Life won't be so harsh
Duce, Duce Coochie
Duce Coochie Man
Let me lead you to a tunnel of love
We'll find there what we're dreaming of
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