Lyrics

I’M GONNA TELL YOU TALE OF AL CAPELLA
GOOD OL’ BOY, ITALIAN FELLA
HE WAS BROOKLYN BORN ALABAMA BRED
HIS MAMA’S NAMED SOPHIA AND HIS PAPA’S NAMED JED

AL WORE A FEDORA AND A PINSTRIPED SUIT
A BIG BELT BUCKLE AND COWBOY BOOTS
HE LOVE TO WATCH THAT TRACTOR PULL
HE DRANK CROWN AND SEVEN WITH HIS PASTA FAGIOLE

OH BUT HOW AL LOVES TO SING
IN HIS BROOKLYN-ESE….WITH A SOUTHERN RING

HE SAID ‘HOW Y’ALL DOIN’
UNA MOMENTO
I’M FIXIN’ TO GO BACK-A TO SORRENTO
ROCKY TOPPA TENNESSEE-A
EH! AVE MARIA
I’M GONNA MAKE IT TO THE GRAND OL’ OPRY-A

AL FORMED A TOURING WINE JUG BAND
THEY PLAYED THEIR HITS ALL ACROSS THE LAND
CHRIS PLAYED TUB BASS
DREW THE VIOLIN
JENNIE-MAE LOLLABRIGIDA WAS BEATIN’ ON THE SKINS

SOON THE BAND GOT AN OFFER THEY COULDN’T REFUSE
IN HOBOKEN THEY BROKE-A POOR AL THE NEWS
HE SAID..”I DON’T NEED A TRIO, I’LL GO SOLO MIO
AND I’LL MAKE-A MORE DOUGH IF I DON’T HAVE YOUS."

THAT’S HOW AL CAPELLA GOT HIS STYLE
ON HIS BROOKLYN KNEES
HE SANG WITH A SMILE

MY NAME IS AL CAPELLA
MY SOUND IS NOW SO BELLA
SLICK AS AN OIL WELLA
SUCH A BIGGA SELLA
DON’T NEED YOU OTHER FELLAS
YOU ALL CAN GO TO HELLA
LET’S TAKE IT DOWN A DECIBELLA
AND GETTA REAL-A MELLOW NOW…(3X)

LET’S TAKE IT UP A DECIBELLA
MAKE-A LIKE A REBEL YELLA!!!!!