Crowded House

Crowded House Italian Plastic Lyrics


Italian Plastic Songtext

I bring you plates from Rome
You say they look fantastic
I say we`re having fun
Nothing like that Italian plastic

I bring you rocks and flowers
You say they look pathetic
You pick me up at night
I don`t feel pathetic

When you wake up with me
I`ll be your glass of water
When you stick up for me
Then you`re my Bella Bambina

Chorus repeat

Then I`ll be, your Bella Bambino,
Your man from the moon,
I`ll be your little boy running with, that egg on his spoon
I`ll be your soul survivor
your worst wicked friend,
I`ll be your piggy in the middle
Stick with you till the end

Chorus repeat

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