In Italy, where food is king
When fork meets dish, here's what they eat:

With the breast and the thighs, 'nuff to feed all the guys
Cacciatore!
Garlic cloves, chop them fine then you add dry white wine
Cacciatore!
Bells that zing, cuz they're peppering, and capers all drained
And you'll sing "Need some basil"
Salt to taste, teaspoon leaves of bay, teaspoon poupon grey
And you'll say, "This will dazzle!"

Chicken broth that's reduced so the salt is vamoosed
Cacciatore!
Then oregano leaves just a teaspoon to please
They will love
Black pepper ground, make you sneeze
but you know it's a breeze- Cacciatore
Mama me! Now I see, chop some onions fine-ly
Cacciatore!

Diced tomatoes with juice let's the flavor cut loose
Cacciatore!
And to add a nice treat, olive oil is sweet
Gotta love
Then some flour for dredging
I don't know what that means - Cacciatore!
Italy, it's a feast, so much better than Greece
Cacciatore!

It's a chicken surprise that will light up your eyes
Cacciatore!
Just stop in, you can dine but I will not share mine
Cacciatore!
Don't you bring a la king or bring chicken wings or things
Ma will zing silly fellas
Smart to say: "Yummy-yummy, yay!", but don't ever say
"Just OK", would not tell-a

When sauce jars make you drool like a pasta-fed fool
Cacciatore!
You can slam down the meat it's a big tasty treat
You're in love
With a sauce smooth like a cream
think that you're in a dream - Cacciatore
Scuse-a me, can't you see, time for us now to eat
Cacciatore (some more, eh?)
Cacciatore!