I know this is not one of my better writes ( maybe my worst) but I like the concept and thought I would share it anyway!

I’m just an old Italian
I’m notta young e’stallion

I’ve beeen put out to da pasture
E’soon… I’m gonna mitta mi master

But I’m e gonna tella de truth
Inside I feel justa like e youth

I has all e da joy
Of young italian boy

You can e see et in mi eyes
En da eyes… de tella no lies

Maybe de no can e see a mile
But de still e’sparkle when I e’smile

En de e’sparkle da mosta
When you issa dis closa

Yes… I’m an old Italian man
En I now I e walk… where I ran

All mi friends issa gonna
Dat es except for e’ one’na

I was just e lil’ bambino
When I first mitta Gino

We e’still makes our own vino
Maybe you e know “Vino de Gino”

We use di best of de fruita
So et es especially e goota

En I gotta dog “Mitta Ball”
But he no e comes when I call

Mittaball issa old too
He no fetcha like he use to

Except for da mittaballs… he e fethcha dem
But he like et better… when you give dem to him

I’m justa old Italian man
I wanna old Italian woman

Cuz’… der es a lotta I can e do
En I can e do it all for you

If you give me da cork e’screw
I can e poppa de cork for you

I can e’sing for you da most e’sweetest e’song
I no e’sing loud … en I no e’sing e long

En dis old Italian man
Can e’still hold your hand