[Intro] (Spoken, low raspy Marlon Brando voice) I believe in America... [Verse 1] Just-a cub, alone, with-a nothing in my paws Black and white fur in a world of grey, I make-a my own laws I leave-a da old country, with hunger in my soul For this-a concrete jungle, to take-a my control I start-a with a small patch, a little bamboo spot Now the whole damn forest knows the power that I got [Chorus] They call him CorPandone! The whisper inna trees! (The Pandino!) He bring-a da competition right down to their knees! From a lonely little orphan to the Don, it's-a understood! So you kiss-a da paw, "Baciamo le mani," for da Panda-Brotherhood! [Verse 2] My business is da bamboo, the sweetest you can find You mess-a with my family, I leave-a you behind I make-a you an offer that you cannot refuse... A peaceful life of profit... or you gonna make-a da news My fur is black and white, but my methods are not-a clean I'm da king of this whole city, the top of the food chain [Chorus] They call him CorPandone! The whisper inna trees! (The Pandino!) He bring-a da competition right down to their knees! From a lonely little orphan to the Don, it's-a understood! So you kiss-a da paw, "Baciamo le mani," for da Panda-Brotherhood! [Sicilian Instrumental Break] (Instrumental) [Bridge] I've seen it all... the loyalty... the greed... A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man. They say it's-a just business... nothing personal... (Spoken, with a sigh) Leave the gun... take the cannoli... and the best bamboo for me. [Outro] The Pandino! Don Vito CorPandone! (Yeah) Respect is everything. [The music cuts abruptly, leaving only the final, haunting note of the mandolin theme, which slowly fades into silence]
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