Lyrics

[Verse]
Meet Sergeant Pasta Milano, a figure so grand,
Patrolling the streets with a badge in his hand.
But when duty is done and the sirens are still,
To Fazoli’s he goes, for a bite, for a thrill.

[Chorus]
Oh, Pasta Milano, the lawman's delight,
With meatballs and marinara, he dines every night.
The jazz plays soft as he twirls with a spoon,
In the glow of the neon Fazoli’s saloon.

[Verse 2]
His cufflinks gleam as he enters the door,
Swaying to the rhythm of the big band score.
"Table for one?” says the girl with a grin,
"Bring the linguine, let the feast begin!"

[Bridge]
Trumpets blare like his laugh, hearty and bold,
Trombones slide as his tales are retold.
He sips his espresso, a toast to the beat,
The Sarge and his pasta, where the swing bands meet.

[Chorus]
Oh, Pasta Milano, the man of the hour,
Stopping crimes in the day, by night garlic devours.
With Alfredo and jazz, life's a luscious buffet,
At Fazoli’s, where he croons the worries away.

[Verse 3]
The clock strikes twelve, but he lingers awhile,
A final biscotti paired with his smile.
He tips his fedora, the jazz band plays on,
Sergeant Milano’s legend won’t soon be gone!