When I was a boy, just about-a eighth-a grade,
mama used to say, don´t-a stay out late,
with the bad-a boys, always shoot-a pool,
gonna flunk-a school.

Boy, it make-a me sick, all the things I gotta do.
can´t-a getta no kicks, always gotta follow rules,
boy, it make-a me sick, just-a make a lousy bucks,
I gotta feel like a fool. (and mama used to say:)

What´sa matta you, hey,
Gotta no respect, whatta you think you do,
Why you looka so sad?
It´s-a not so bad, it´s-a nice-a place,
Ah, Shaddap You Face.

Soon-a come-a day, gonna be-a big-a star,
Gonna make a movies, buy a nice-a car,
but still-a be myself, I´m-a never change a thing,
always dance and sing. (´cause I remember mama used to say:)

What´sa matta you, hey,
Gotta no respect, whatta you think you do,
Why you looka so sad?
It´s-a not so bad, it´s-a nice-a place,
Ah, Shaddap You Face.


"Hello, everybody, that´s out there in radio and television land.
Did you know I had a bit hit song in Italy with this: ´Shaddap You Face´?
I sing this song and all my fans applaud, they clap their hands, that make me feel so good.
You ought to learn this song, It´s really simple -
I sing: ´Whatsa Matta You?" You sing: ´Hey!"
, you sing the rest and at the end, we can all sing ´Ah, shaddap You Face!´
Ok Let´s try it, really big -
Uno, Duo, Tre, Quatro:"

What´sa matta you, hey,
Gotta no respect, whatta you think you do,
Why you looka so sad?
It´s-a not so bad, it´s-a nice-a place,
Ah, Shaddap You Face.