Bensonhurst Blues Paroles

But I know inside
You've got the Bensonhurst blues
Those custom-made ciggies
that you offer to me pretend
and pretend to care about my family
And those pictures on your desk
All them lies that you abuse
Do they know you suffer
from the Bensonhurst blues
Your grandmother's accent
still embarrasses you
You're even ashamed
of the French you once knew
You're part of the chance now
They break you making the news
But I know inside
you've got the Bensonhurst blues
But thanks for the lesson
Cause the life that I choose
won't make me feel like living Merry Christmas you all