Brittany a Mascalucia

[Verse 1] Pulled into the piazza, machina americana — rented, of course Brittany in the passenger seat, sunglasses, Stanford sweatshirt force Mè matri at the door already, u sucu on the stove for three days Zia Carmela hidin' in the kitchen window Zia Pina doin' the cross like she prays Brittany goes, "Cha-OH! Bwon JOR-no!" Madonna mia, the stress is wrong Mamma smiles wide, hugs her tight, then pulls me aside: "Figghiu, is she stayin' long?" [Pre-Chorus] And I-I-I, I'm sweatin' in the agosto sun Diceva mè nonna, "Quannu you bringin' the wedding one?" And I-I-I, I'm twenty-six and unni m'arrunnu? Diceva mè nonna, "Quannu you bringin' the wedding one?" Brittany's tryna say "arancini" "ar-an-CHEE-neeeeeeee" — minchia The whole bar goes quiet U barista pretends he didn't hear ya [Chorus] Brittany, Brittany — bedda but she don't capisci U paìsi is watchin', e iu sugnu pazzu for sure They got me sweatin' like nobody Brittany, Brittany — Don Peppe at the door Mè zia askin' if she's been battizzàta before They got me sweatin' like nobody [Post-Chorus] B-b-Brittany, m-m-minchia Na-na-na-now B-b-Brittany, santa pacenzia Na-na-na-now [Verse 2] Don Peppe showed up Wednesday "Just to say hi" — yeah, sure He had the catechismo book in his hand Figghiu, that ain't a friendly tour He goes, "Brittany, ti piaci a Sicilia?" She goes, "It's totally LIT!" Don Peppe don't speak English but he heard the word And his face went strittu a bit She tried to compliment the sfincione Said "sfin-CHO-nee" — Don Peppe coughed Mè patri poured another Nero d'Avola Said, "Figghiu, talè — cu chi t'arruffi?" [Chorus] Brittany, Brittany — bedda but she don't capisci U paìsi is watchin', e iu sugnu pazzu for sure They got me sweatin' like nobody Brittany, Brittany — Don Peppe at the door Mè zia askin' if she's been battizzàta before They got me sweatin' like nobody [Post-Chorus] B-b-Brittany, m-m-minchia Na-na-na-now B-b-Brittany, santa pacenzia Na-na-na-now [Bridge] Mè nonna pulled her in the kitchen Taught her how to roll the cavateddi Brittany's flour everywhere, laughin', sayin', "Nonna, you're MY GIRL!" Mè nonna don't speak a word of English but she got it She squeezed her hand Diceva, "Figghiu, chista — chista è bona" 'Cause I'm fallin' for the way she says "GRAH-zee-AY" Like an opera, santa pacenzia I'm not lyin', I'm just innamoratu With the gringa-mia-meravigghiùsa Don Peppe gonna marry us in settembri Cu li me' amìchi, mè famigghia, u paìsi Mascalucia, Mascalucia, baby 'Sti cosi nun si scordanu — she's maravigghiùsa [Final Chorus + Breakdown] Brittany, Brittany — bedda but she don't capisci U paìsi is watchin', e iu sugnu pazzu for sure They got me sweatin' like nobody B-b-Brittany, m-m-minchia, ar-an-CHEE-nee B-b-Brittany, cha-OH bwon JOR-no Na-na-na-now Santa pacenzia, santa pacenzia, baby B-b-Brittany, Mascalucia, settembri Na-na-na-now