I once new a man named Enrico
who liked to lay lots of carpeto
one day in his van, he was asked by a man
would you please lay some rug in the ghetto?
Enrico wasn't shy, he made a quick reply
no problem young man, no sweato!
It was late that night, there wasn't much light
when poor Enrico arrived on the sight
and who was their to his despair
but a cruel gang of thugs, to ruin all his rugs
So much was he worried that he couldn't speako
what else could he do but take a freako!
Back in the alley, found a camaro
missing all stop signs he shot like an arrow
what will I do now, I hava no worko?
Ima gonna go back, anda killa those Jerkos!
Just then he started to feel his distresso
I think I'll go home and have an exspesso!
This is the story which we now all know
of this rug laying hero, a man on the go
He worked real hardo, to get his starto
and now his pasta makes him farto