Mario: MAMA LUIGI? Beatles Singer: children at your feet. Wonder how you manage to make, ends meet. Who find the money, when you pay the rent. Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase. Sunday morning creeping like a nun. Monday's child has learned to tie his bootlace. Seee how they ruuuuuun! Mario: MAMA LUIGI? Beatles Singer: Baby at your breast. Wonders how you manage to feed, the rest. (Jazz Solo) Mario: Hahahahahaha!