Dagowops

[Chorus]
Ka-choo! Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-choo!

[Verse]
There's a race of people
That isn't too great
They make some good food
And are 2% ape
They're called Italians
They're a batch of slobs
All of them stink
And they're all part of the mob
Well they're some crusty old faggots who should die;
I hate them all
'Cause all of them drink
Marinara with zinc
Puttin' too much garlic on everything

[Chorus]
Dagowops
Shit smells real good compared to them
Could they die?
They're Europe's version of Mexicans
Dagowops
They're worse than Jews
Worse than chinks
Worse than blacks moving right next to me
As Dagowops
When you're in Olive Garden, you're family