[Rebecca, spoken]
You're Italian?

[Sal, spoken]
With a name like Salvatore Russo?
You've never met an Italian! Then let me properly introduce myself

[sung]
Meet an Italian
A flesh and blood Italian
Who's fond of singing
Like an Italian
Such funny creatures
Are we Italians

Someone like you looks at us and she sees
A strange, exotic kind of species
We seem so foreign to a Jew
Because we are so different from you

[spoken]
For instance...

[sung]
Italian families like to argue in the street
Wе go home quarreling, but then wе stop to eat
Then when the meal is done, again we start to yell
Hey!
Jews never do that, do they?
[Rebecca, spoken]
Well...

[Sal, spoken]
Of course not. Or...

[sung]
Italian men will always tell you we're the boss
With wives and sweethearts, we are never at a loss
But there's one woman set us shaking in our shoes
Our Mama - not at all like Jews

[Sal, spoken]
Right?

[Jack, spoken]
All we need you to do is turn on the lights! That you did. Now go

[Sal, spoken]
Well!

[sung]
I have to go now, but I hope it's been a start
At showing you how we're completely worlds apart
And though to my leaving I am sure you're saying
"Amen!"
When we meet again
I am hoping then
We might find potentially one tiny little thing
We have in common!