#243. Gotti Gotti

Good thing I check the Fox News website everyday.  Otherwise, I wouldn't be aware that on this day in history (April 2), infamous New York mobster John Gotti was sentenced to life in prison for murder and racketeering.

I lack any ties to the New York mob.  However, Hesh Rafkin from neighboring Jersey and I seem to share a connection of sorts.  So I composed a John Gotti parody with a Sopranos-styled twist.

(Milli and/or Vanilli got absolutely NUTHIN' on John Parr.  

Gotta love the last ditch attempt to mix in crowd applause as this rockin' performance fades out.)

 

 

Gotti Gotti
sonofsaf

Just breakin’ balls don’t be mocking, Little Paulie you should know
Vito’s gay that’s kinda shocking, lawns need mowed Sal Vitro

Blundetto “Jackie Gleason said boy are you fat”
Do you like to see when some rats die?
Jackie Gleason said boy are you fat
Maybe life’s a victimless crime (life’s a victimless crime)

Gotti Gotti, Paulie Walnuts, Beansie
Captain Ralphie, vig and squeeze
A Gotti Gotti, Gotti, I have Gotti Gotti ties
Guys aren’t wise, that Big Pussy, Mommy!  Chrissy in the zone
Knight in satin White Russian me, irritable bowel syndrome

Blundetto “Jackie Gleason said boy are you fat”
Do you like to see when some rats die?
Jackie Gleason said boy are you fat
Maybe life’s a victimless crime (life’s a victimless crime)
Gotti Gotti, John and Ginny, Beansie

Captain Ralphie, vig and squeeze me, love homemade wine
Moulinyan’s are brown, Vin was a private eye
Hear the cries being shot with a gun
Acid scarred, feel me right, order coke and a slice
Cause I have Gotti, Gotti, Gotti ties

Jackie Gleason said boy are you fat
Maybe life’s a victimless crime (life’s a victimless crime)
Gotti Gotti, John and Ginny, Beansie

Captain Ralphie, vig and squeeze
A Gotti Gotti, Gotti, I have Gotti Gotti (ties)
Gotti Gotti, John and Ginny, Beansie
Gotti Gotti, Dr. Melfi, love homemade wine
Gotti Gotti, Dr. Melfi, Beansie

Naughty Naughty
John Parr

I put my hand on your stocking, I was movin' nice and slow
Let my fingers do the walking, and there ain't far to go

Don't tell me "I don't want to be a girl like that"
Do you want to see a grown man cry?
You don't want to be a girl like that
Baby this could be the first time (this could be the first time)

Naughty naughty, loud and bawdy, tease me
Take it easy, hug and squeeze
A naughty naughty, naughty, I'm a naughty naughty guy
Bedroom eyes, they undress me, take me, cut me to the bone
Lace and satin pressed against me, should we call a chaperon

Don't tell me "I don't want to be a girl like that"
Do you want to see a grown man cry
You don't want to be a girl like that
Baby this could be the first time (this could be the first time)
Naughty naughty, cute and horny, tease me

Take it easy, hug and squeeze me, love outta line
With your hair hung down, and your dress ridin' high
And your eyes burning hot like the sun
Kiss me hard, squeeze me tight, gonna love you alright
Cause I'm a naughty, naughty, naughty guy

You don't want to be a girl like that
Baby this could be the first time (this could be the first time)
Naughty naughty, cute and horny, tease me

Take it easy, hug and squeeze
A naughty naughty, naughty, I'm a naughty naughty (guy)
Naughty naughty, cute and horny, tease me
Naughty naughty, loud and bawdy, love outta line
Naughty naughty, loud and bawdy, tease me

Never seen John Parr live in concert.  Although during my daily walks through downtown Pittsburgh, I must say, he has many a doppleganger.  The mid-80's Parr mullet (with varying degrees of feathered plumage) is actually quite prevalent.

Please do not share this information with John Parr, the cast of the Sopranos, and/or members of El Cosa Nostra.