Vic Chesnutt - Giupetto

Giupetto! Pinnochio,your adopted son is getting ready to gothe candle wicks are asterisksyou carved him yourself out of sticks A propos, had to go, he loved the alps,but he hated the snowthings switch, chop a new nichesoon you won't remember oh which one is which Your sorrow is so silly, what's there to keep him in Italy?what's there to keep him in Italy?He'll send you newshow he took a cruisestuck his sea legs in the sailor shoesand finally, across some sea,finding himself all kinds of the finery But he took a week to learn how to speakbut the language hurts,yeah, the consonants tweakmute malaise, heavy haze,the reparations only partly pays.But your sorrow is so silly, what's there to keep him in Italy?what's there to keep him in Italy?