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Mozzarella Mike had a black leather jacket and a taste for the finer things
He liked cheap red wine, Modelo with a lime, and medium-spicy wings
As the cousin of the uncle of the great grandson of a former major mafia man
He'd have your respect and he'd have it quick
Or else he'd cuss you out as hard as he can
So put some respect on his name
You better put some respect on his name
Mozzarella Mike sports bet his whole check on a 12-leg Sunday parlay
Knowing he could make a million kept him going and focused
As he worked through that whole Saturday
Someday he'd finally hit and he'd revive the glory of his precious family name
He'd run the whole town, a king with his crown
Back to the business of managing waste
So put some respect on his name
You better put some respect on his name
Mozzarella Mike ran that Jimmy John's like a drill sergeant running drills
He was the Don of the John
The Cosa Nostra of cold cuts
And someday you'll all bend to his will
So put some respect on his name
You better put some respect on his name