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Louis Prima

Basta

 

Basta

(album: Breaking It Up! - 1958)


Basta, basta, basta, basta
Hey, enough is enough
If you don't begin to stop
I will have to call a cop
Basta, basta, basta, basta
Hey, you're getting too rough
I can hardly catch a breath
You are squeezing me to death

Do you have color blindness?
Can't you see that the light is red?
You're killing me with kindness
Let go of the face, a-let go of the neck
A-let go of the ears, a-let go of the head!

Basta, basta, basta, basta
Hey, enough is enough
Though I love your tender touch
Won't you please release the clutch
Basta, basta, basta, hey, enough is enough!
Enough is too much

Basta, basta, basta, basta
Hey, enough is enough
If you don't commence to cease
I will yell for the police!
Basta, basta, basta, basta
Hey, enough is enough
When you're giving me the squeeze
Won't you take it easy please

How long have you been training?
You've got an iron grip
Although I hate complaining
Let go of the arm, a-let go of the throat
A-let go of the leg, a-let go of the hip!

Basta, basta, basta, basta
Hey, you're getting too rough
You're a pretty bit of fluff
But it's tough to take the guff
Basta, basta, basta, hey, enough is enough!
Enough is too much

Basta, basta, basta, basta
Hey, you're getting too rough
I can hardly catch a breath
You are squeezing me to death
Do you have color blindness?
Can't you see that the light is red?
Let go of the face, a-let go of the neck
A-let go of the ears, a-let go of the head!

Basta, basta, basta, basta
Hey, enough is enough
Though I love your tender touch
Won't you please release the clutch
Basta, basta, basta, hey, enough is enough!
Enough is too much

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