They were both two nervous wrecks.
From another part of town.
Rafaella is my mother's name.
And the butler he said, "Get up"
And the butler he said, "Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up"
I'd ask my mommy please, what's goin' on?
I'd beg my daddy, please, do I belong?
Tell why-o, won't you tell me?
Why-o, why-o, won't you tell me?
Why there trouble down in Boston Town?
Why there trouble South in Louisville?
Why there trouble up in Detroit now?
Why there trouble out in L.A. now?
Why there trouble here in New York Town?
Tell me how is your favorite son?