GABAGOOL

Verse 1

Ey yo, it’s Sunday mornin’, Nonna’s yellin’ loud,

Coffee on the stove, whole block smells proud.

Bread on the table, prosciutt’ on the plate,

But everybody knows what’s gonna seal the fate—

Pre-Chorus

Fuggedabout the eggs, fuggedabout the rule,

If it ain’t on the table, where’s the—

Chorus

🎶 GABAGOOL!

Cut it thin, cut it cool,

From the Bronx to Bay Ridge, yeah we breakin’ the rules!

GABAGOOL!

You don’t eat? You a fool,

With the mutz and the bread, it’s the Italian fuel! 🎶

Verse 2

Uncle Tony’s talkin’ loud, hands all in the air,

“Eh! This ain’t gabagool, what is this, underwear?”

Pauly says, “Relax, I got it from my guy,”

Wrapped in brown paper, best deal money buy.

Pre-Chorus

Little olive oil, little cracked black pep,

You take one bite, you need a nap, capisce yet?

Chorus

🎶 GABAGOOL!

Straight from Napoli school,

Even Mickey Blue Eyes would approve of the move!

GABAGOOL!

Ey, it’s sacred, it’s true,

Say it wrong one time, Nonna disown you! 🎶

Bridge

Ay! 🤌

Say it slow…

Gaba—

(Crowd) GOOOOL!

Say it loud for the cousins in the back!

Verse 3

At the deli on the corner, guy behind the glass,

Calls you “boss” or “chief” — that’s pure class.

“Whaddaya havin’?” — you already know,

Point at the counter like, “Gimme the goooool.”

Break

Mozzarella stretchin’, bread a little hard,

Wine in a cup like we classy in the yard.

Final Chorus

🎶 GABAGOOL!

New York national jewel,

If you don’t like it, buddy—eh, that’s you!

GABAGOOL!

From the block to the stool,

It ain’t just food, it’s a family rule! 🎶

Outro

Now eat.

Don’t talk.

You’re too skinny anyway. 🤌🍷