(daryl hall/john oates)      You've got sicilian imagination   Second generation   And a long way from the family crime   But you've got your own way   Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line      You're a patent leather lover   With you're gucci-pucci pointed shoes   And you're swearing on your mother   That "all this could be yours"   Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line      Remember hard work means something   Live fast, die laughing   No hurt in asking   Nothing for nothing      Gino no no no no no no no no no no   No no no no no no no no no no no   No no no no no no no no no no no no!      You've got contractual agitation   Transcendental meditation works fine   But now you're paying off the guru   Get to heaven "on time"   Sign on the line, sign on the line, on the line      Remember hard work means something   Live fast, die laughing   No hurt in asking   Nothing for nothing      You couldn't live without little gino, no   That's what he tells me, little gino, no   You couldn't live without little gino, no   That's what he tells me, little gino, no no