Another one of our new artists follows up right away with another song - This time it's Pasquale Appassionata, our resident Italian tenor. For those who are following along, Pasquale's first song told of a tale about his pushcart rivalry with his nemesis, Big Mike. Big Mike has a way of getting underneath Pasquale's skin, he lost his temper, and he wrecked their pushcarts and ruined all of his produce by throwing it at Big Mike and anyone sle that got in the way. AS by the telling of the tale, it was late in the season and Pasquale wouldn't get another crop in at his garden, he needed to get another job to get some income. So he went to a popular Italian Restaurante in Little Italy in New York City and got a job as a waiter.
Everything id going fine, he likes his job, knows many of the people that come in for dinner, and is relieved to not have to deal with Big Mike on the produce circuit. But one day, guess who shows up at the eatery...yep...Big Mike! Big Mike proceeds to sit in Pasquale's section, and complains about everything; soup's cold, salad has too much vinegar, he spits chianti on the floor because it's too warm, throws bread around, complains about the meatballs and spaghetti. Pasquale finally snaps, an d shoves breadsticks in Big Mike's nose, dumps ice water in his lap, spaghetti and meatballs on his head, and smears tiramisu in his face! While Pasquale celebrates his revenge, the owner of the restaurante comes up and fires him!
So, with two adventures under his belt so far, what's next for Pasquale? Where will he work, and will Big Mike continue to be an annoyance? And will Pasquale be a storyteller in the mold of Big And Tall Records premiere storyteller Chuck Wagon Calhoun? Stay tuned!
My beautiful tomatoes are
Gone until the next crop
A man has got a to work, a man has
got a to pay the rent!
So, Pasquale puts on shiny black vest,
Pick up tray, and becomes...
The grandest waiter in all of Little Italy!
And no more to put up with Big Mike!"
Ah, welcome to the table! Welcome, my friends!
Pasquale's new kingdom where the food never ends!
Look at Mrs. Rossi, eating gnocchi so sweet,
And old Mr. Bruno, finally off of his feet!
And Mister a Misses Fedeles too!
Sit! Let Pasquale take care of you!
I pour red wine, carry tray with such grace,
smile on my lips, friendly look on my face!
No more the hot sun, no more dusty old street,
Just the smell of the garlic and music so sweet! ...
Che bella vita! Everything is so grand!
I am the happiest waiter in all of the land!
But wait!
Who is walking in the door?
The shadow is heavy,
It cover the floor!
It cannot be him oh, my heart, it fluttero!
It’s the king of the pests...
it is giant Big Mike...bastardo!...
He sit at the table, he barks out a groan,
He complains the zupa cold as a stone! ("Take it back!")
I bring him the salad, he waves it away,
("Too much vinegar, fool! You ruined my day!" )
I bring out the chianti, he spits on the floor,
("Wine is too warm, fetch me some more!")
The blood in my veins is beginning to boil,
He is ruining the pasta, the sauce, and the oil!
My hands start to shake as I fetch a new plate,
He grumbles and mumbles and feeds on my hate!...
He snarls at the meatballs!
Throws bread away!
That’s it! You say you no want?
I GIVE A TO YOU ANYWAY!
(Tempo explodes into pure chaos)
Have some breadsticks! I give you a pair!
I stuff them right up you nose, I no care!
You think you overheated? Well, I cool you inna snap!
I dump the ice a water right inna you lap!
You don’t like the sauce? You don't like the meat?
I mix it for you, make it real neat!
SPLAT goes the meatballs, all covered in red,
A big tower of pasta right on you head! ...
And for the dessert, to finish the show,
A face full of espresso and sweet cocoa dough!...
I rub tiramisu right inna you eyes! ...
Wassa matta for you? You no enjoy the surprise?
The restaurant is cheering!... Beeg Mike is a mess!
Pasquale Appassionato has cleared his distress!
Bravo!...Bravissimo
Buon Dio!... Is the owner...!
PASQUALE!..YOU FIRED!
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