The Godfather, which art so splendid,

Brando be thy name;

thy meatballs yum;

thy hothead Sonny

in dirt cause he was too reckless.

Give us this day a masculine child.

And forgive us our Clemenzas,

as we forgive those who use horse heads against us.

And leave the gun but not the cannoli,

and deliver us some pizza.

For thine is the business,

the Italian and American story,

bada bing, bada boom. Pal-men.