So this is in my head.

A girl went back to Napoli,
because she missed the scenery,
the native dances
and the charming songs
but wait a minute…
something’s wrong:

Hey Mambo! Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo! Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, go, You mixed up Siciliano.
All you Calabraise
do the mambo like a crazy

With a-Hey Mambo!
Don’t wanna tarantella,
Hey Mambo! no more the mozzarella ,
Hey Mambo! Mambo Italiano!
Try an enchalada with da fish-a-bacala

And then hey goombah!
I love how you dance the rumba.
But take some advice paisano,
learn-a how to mambo
If you gonna be a square
you ain’t-a gonna go nowhere
The Hey Mambo! Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo! Mambo Italiano!
Go, go Joe, shake-a like a Gioviano,
hello kess-a deech
you getta happy in the feets-a
when you Mambo Italiano !

(…harpsichord…)
Shake baby, shake,
’cause I love when you take me
(…harpsichord…)
Mama say you stop-a or
I’m gonna tell your papa

And then hey jadrool!
You donna have to go to school
Just make-a wid da beat-a bambino,
it’s-a like a vino
Kid you’re good-a-lookin’
but you don’t know what’s cookin,
till you
Hey Mambo! Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo! Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, go, you mixed up Siciliano
— it’s -a so delisha,
everybody can capice
how to Mambo Italiano

I felt the need to share this as I go work on other things to write.