Dorando (Berlin)

[1st verse:] I feel-a much-a bad like anything All the night I nunga canna sleep It's a my pizon Pasquale He say we take da car And see Dorando race a-"Long-a-ship" Just like the sport, I sell da barbershop And make da bet Dorando he's a win Then to Madees-a Square Pasquale and me go there And just-a like-a dat, da race begin

[chorus:] Dorando! Dorando! He run-a, run-a, run-a, run like anything One-a, two-a hundred times around da ring I cry, "Please-a nunga stop!" Just then, Dorando he's a drop! Goodbye poor old barber shop It's no fun to lose da mon When de son-of-a-gun no run Dorando He's a good for not!

[2nd verse:] Dorando, he's a come around next day Say, "Gentlemen, I wanna tell-a you It's a one-a bigga shame I forgot da man's a-name Who make me eat da Irish beef-a stew I ask-a him to give me da spaghett I know it make me run a-quick-a-quick But I eat da beef-a stew And now I tell-a you Just like da pipps it make me very sick.