Having studied
Greek and Latin
Instead of chemistry
And biology

I didn’t know I
Had an enemy within
Until it ruptured
And my chest caved in

An ambulance
Crew ensued
And drove away
Confused

Gasping for air
Starting to despair
My lungs collapsed
Imagine that

Biagio
Biagio

The man can stitch
The man can sew

We sped to the hospital
In search of hospitality
I rode shotgun without
A trace of grace

Doctors had me surrounded
Looking dumbfounded
Until Biagio appeared
Out of nowhere

He fixed my slit
Lickety-split
And extended my life
Some forty years plus

If there were an afterlife
And a dark bar there
The Guinness would be on me
For the rest of eternity

Biagio
Biagio

The man can stitch
The man can sew

Biagio
Biagio
Biagio
My song for you