I used to be a mess
The way I dressed
I was a fashion casualty

When I went for a walk
Bums on the street
Would give spare change to me

Wherever I would roam
Moths would follow me home
Then I ended up in little Italy

Well I went into a clothing store
And I said, "help me, please."

The salesman turned around and said,
"Are you talking to me?
Do you look like a weenie? Do I look like a genie?
Did you make a wish?
Beause I got what you need!

Oh, an Italian suit's gonna make a man out of you"
"Make a man out of me?"
"An Italian suit's gonna make a man out of you
When you wear the Italian cut
You're gonna pinch life in the butt!
An Italian suit's gonna make a man out of you

No two suits are the same
And they all have Italian names
You'll be a hero, in your De Niro
This Jimmy Hoffa right here,
Makes your belly just ... disappear
You'll be fresh as a daisy
When you wear a Scorsese!"

Well, when I walked out of that room
I was in the great mood
With a whole new walk, a whole new talk
And a whole new attitude

And it had a magic side effect
Suddenly I became more erect
It cured my lumbago,
"Mille grazie!" "Prego!"
An Italian suit made a man out of me
Made a man out of me
An Italian suit made a man out of me

Yes, it's true, clothes make the man
Now I'm talking with my hands
"I told you once, I told you twice
I ain't gonna tell you a second time!"
An Italian suit made a man out of me