Let me tell you something 'bout a friend of ours-a named Jimmy,
A made-a wise guy and a capo with the Gambini.
But when he found out that they’d be whackin’ uncle Cheech,
He take-a the boss, he threw him from the nineteenth floor suite!
Wasn’t much-a long 'til the mob all wants him dead,
So Jimmy had no choice-a but to talk-a to all the Feds.
The feds-a say they had to take him, use him as a pawn
So he ratted out his friends and moved to Saskatchewan.
Fugget About It,
Fugget About It,
Fugget About It,
Oh, FUGGET ABOUT IT!