Little Italy

Whats a spaghetti without her meatball
whats a pizza without her cheese
whats a sauce without her Basil
an agreement without "capiche?"

whats an grape without her vine
thick juice tying to be red wine
frank sinatra without his blue eyes?
Italy without the sunrise
something so sad it shouldn't be true
thats how it would be with a me without you

who's the godfather without a gun
you'd have some guineas on the run
whats an amore without dean martin saying
i love you too
a martini minus the olive oh
the Red Sox without their bambino
a curse that wasn't broken till a year ago
a Mediterranean without the blue

the moon hits my eye like
a big pizza pie
i feel drunk and divine
from too much red wine

whats an empire without her Rome
whats a heart without a home
whats Boston without its
saint Anothony's festival every year

nothing

because if i am little Italy
than you are my capital city
and just none of it seems to function if
you are not here