Duce Coochie Man

Friends Romans, countrymen

Think of Italy!

Brothers, mothers, bastard sons

We're all family

Mutes and deaf and hard of hearing

Even sacristy

Hold me close instead of fearing

I am the ditty

Duce, Duce Coochie

Duce Coochie Man

What choices are there left?

There’s none that I can see

I hate to see you so bereft

You've got to vote for me

Duce, Duce Coochie

Duce Coochie Man

Let me lead you to a tunnel of love

We'll find there what we’re dreaming of

I'll make the trains all run on time

I'll drain the Pontine Marsh

Believe me, it will work out fine

Life won't be so harsh

Duce, Duce Coochie

Duce Coochie Man

Let me lead you to a tunnel of love

We'll find there what we're dreaming of