Arm hanging out a red Suburban
What a classic kind of nonsense and a stunning type of nervous
American gold at its glowing point
It's a tragic bunch of men, that's kinda the tragic point
I wish I looked more like James Gandolfini
And I bet you'd calm down, you'd calm down when you'd see me
If I looked more like James Gandolfini
Well, I bet you'd calm down, you'd calm down when you'd see me
James Gandolfini, James Gandolfini
I wonder what's behind that curtain
What a classic intuition, what a smile with a burden
Satirical gold at its tipping point
We're a tragic bunch of men, there's no two sides to this coin
I wish I looked more like James Gandolfini
And I bet you'd calm down, you'd calm down when you'd see me
If I looked more like James Gandolfini
Yeah, I bet you'd calm down, you'd calm down when you'd see me
James Gandolfini, James Gandolfini
James Gandolfini
James Gandolfini
James Gandolfini
James Gandolfini
