Gianni Be Good February 26, 2008
A delightfully wonderful first birthday gift courtesy of our next-door neighbor, Paul:
Deep down in New Jersey, south of Burlington
Moorestown is the place where it all begun
In the house that Neal was tryin’ to heat with wood
There came a little boy named Gianni be good
How’d his mama ever learn to write so well
With daddy playin’ guitar just like a ringin’ a bell
Go go, go Gianni go, go. Go Gianni go, go. Go gianni go, go.
Go, Gianni go, go. Go, Gianni go, go. Gianni be good.
Somedays when his mama packs the diaper sack
They walk with Michaelina by the railroad tracks
People come to see him sleepin’ in the shade
Smilin’ at the faces that the neighbors made
Wednesday night when people come and stay and stay
Oh my, but that little boy sleeps anyway
Go go, go Gianni go, go. Go Gianni go, go. Go gianni go, go.
Go, Gianni go, go. Go, Gianni go, go. Gianni be good.
Billsy likes to think it’s biological
Ernie doesn’t see how that is logical
Neal’s been out shopping for a small guitar
Peg is pretty sure he’s gonna be a star
When Irma’s gotta watch him till the morning’s light
She says Gianni be good tonight
Go go, go Gianni go, go. Go Gianni go, go. Go gianni go, go.
Go, Gianni go, go. Go, Gianni go, go. Gianni be good.
His mama told him one day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big ol’ band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your guitar when the sun goes down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Sayin’ “Gianni Be Good Tonight”
