My name is Eddie di Maria and I cooked at the Copacabana some time ago.
In Brooklyn I grew up with Henry Hill in the same chaotic neighborhood.
Three nights a week the classy mobsters rushed through my kitchen for the show, I always sneaked a peak at Henry’s wife, while I prepared special Italian food.
The Tuxedo guys were chatting wildly in the wide wide ballroom,
While the waiter sets up a new table in front of the stage;
And the champagne rivers and the chandeliers didnt loom
The death rattle of this late latin diamont age.

Today I passed these pitiless steel gates
I was released after almost 2 years
I always dreamed the dreams of the United States
Today my hands are just filled with fear

„As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster“,
Henry always said, when we hung out next to the guys of the Lucchese family.
„Hey young fella, would ya sell these cigarettes for me, you little pranckster?“
He did agree and was upbeat, but I always chickend out, so cowardly.
I never entered these eternal circles as time passed by,
But Henry ran down his high-flying chosen route.
So I just kept preparing Canneloni and some apple pie,
Watching wistfully their countless women giggling so cute.

Today I passed these pitiless steel gates
I was released after almost 2 years
I always dreamed the dreams of the United States
Today my hands are just filled with fear

In the glorious week after the great JFK airport robbery
Fur coats and diamond watches sailed through the cocaine filled air Jimmy Conway, the only sober guy, came with a fateful package to me
I hid his 10 000 dollars in a whole in the wall beneath the stairs
A few days later the FBI guys smashed my door
Afterwards I had my only audacious day
I never mentioned Jimmys name to those FBI whores
I got a 2 year sentence from judge Horatio Gray

Today I passed these pitiless steel gates
I was released after almost 2 years
I always dreamed the dreams of the United States
Today my hands are just filled with fear