Capo Mio

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I’ll
Take a killing for a man called Tony
Buy a machete for a man called Tony
Rub my titties on a man called Tony
Oh Tony, Tony. Tony owns me.

Forty four, six foot fuck knows what.
When he breaths there’s the whistle of congestion
in his breath —
his clogged sinuses are manly to me.
So are his chinos, bowling shirts
and polyester Fila jackets
concealing baseball bats.
He’s got a big round belly and all over he’s hairy,
all over he is big
all over he is sweet.

All the dollar bills for a man called Tony
All my runny honey for a bear called Tony
Sitting in the chair is a man called Tony
Tony owns you.
Tony blows you
away with the fishes in a pretty body bag
tied with a ribbon
he snarls as he laughs.

He comes for my dishes of ovenbaked ziti
He carries old men like a big foot soldier.
He’ll fuckin knock you out
feel your body hit the water.
A flick of his wrists and I’m doing the cobra.
A gold necklace slicks his chest,
On his head he’s balding.
He’ll interrupt you while you’re talking
and blow out your brains
then he’ll look you in the eyes and
say something nice:
‘Sono cosí felice che potrei piangere,’
Not what he said, that’s how I feel
when I’m with

Tony.
All my loving for a man called Tony
I’ll pull the trigger for a man called Tony
Grind the poles for a man called Tony
Axe in the back of the head for Tony
Raise a glass of Amaro for Tony
Cold meat from the fridge in his mouth for Tony
He hit me round the head with a
bunch full of roses.
Oh Tony, Tony. Tony owns me.

 

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