He's the sheriff of Sicily
In the saddle he's four foot three
When he's walking along the ground
Both his six guns drag on the ground
There's a story that people tell,
over pizza and mozzarella,
who will go down in history.
He's the sheriff of Sicily,
in the saddle, he's four foot three,
when he's walking all over town.
His machine guns drag on the ground
Every girl's heart just skips a beat
When they see him walk down the street
With a smile and a southern drawl
He says, howdy, como esta you all?
He's the sheriff of Sicily
In the saddle, he's four foot three
When he's walking all over town
Both his six guns drag on
Rose and Tony, they had a fight
She said, Tony, don't treat her right
With the sheriff, she took a walk
He's the sheriff of Sicily
In the saddle, he's walkin' free
When he's walkin' in, all of his frown
His machine guns drag on the ground
El Ariuli, El Ariula, El Ariuli, El Ariula
El Ariuli, El Ariula, El Ariuli...
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