TONI CAPALDI

TONY CAPALDI

by

Matt McGinn

Iced-a cream, Tony Capaldi

Iced-a cream, cream, cream, cream, cream

My name is Tony Capaldi and I come from Napoli

I was very fond of the girls and they were fond of me

The one that brought my downfall was a girl they call Marie

I had to leave the country when her father came after me

Iced-a cream, Tony Capaldi

Iced-a cream, cream, cream, cream, cream

I landed up in Glasgow with my only property

A little barrel organ and a monkey called McGee

I didn’t know the language but the children taught it to me

For as I roamed around the town, they sang so merrily,

‘Iced-a cream, Tony Capaldi

Iced-a cream, cream, cream, cream, cream’

I sold my barrel organ for a bicycle and box

I bought some sugar and milk and flour and frozen water blocks

I throw them in a great big pot and churn them all around

And I make the sweetest iced-a cream in the whole of Glasgow town

Iced-a cream, Tony Capaldi

Iced-a cream, cream, cream, cream, cream

I opened up a little cafe near by Barrowland

I sold my little bicycle and bought a beautiful van

And now as I  roam round the streets, you’ll hear the children scream,

‘Here come Tony Capaldi, he make a-lovely iced-a cream’

Iced-a cream, Tony Capaldi

Iced-a cream, cream, cream, cream, cream

And so I make my fortune and return to Napoli

You should see the smiles upon the face on the father of Marie

He like-a Tony Capaldi now, he gives his daughter to me

And we return to Glasgow town to raise a family

On iced-a cream, Tony Capaldi

Iced-a cream, cream, cream, cream, cream

Iced-a cream