1st verse:]

Pretty Annetta, she feel on the bum

She call da doctor and when he's-a come

Right away da doctor look and say

"I think Annetta's gonna die"

Pretty Annetta, she make-a da plea

"Bring-a my sweet-a-heart, Tony, to me"

She keep mum but when her Tony come

Pretty Annetta she cry



[chorus:]

My sweet Italian man

I'm a sick, I'm a sick, love-a me much-a quick

Come here and squeeze-a my hand

Say you love me, wop-a

Like you love your barber shop-a

Don't you wait

If I die, it's gonna be too late

So you just betta come and pet-a your Annetta while you can

My Italian man



[2nd verse:]

Tony, he make-a da spoon wid Annette

It make her feel-a much better, you bet

Twenty time he kiss her nice-a fine

Then Miss Annetta, she was well

Tony, he sell-a da pick and da shov'

He got no time to work, he's gotta love

Ev'ry week Annetta she get sick

And to her Tony she yell