italian girls

i've got two and more to show

i was dreaming of a mobile

that couldn't be mine not without lyin'

was i feeling kind a silly

when i stepped in soakin' beer down the cola machine

oh

stayin' seventeen

well she claimed she was a killer

and she owned a flood lit villa

a little aways from the main highway

oh take me way down yonder

she was tall

thin and tarty

and she drove a maserati

faster than sound

i was heaven bound

although i must have looked a creep

in my army surplus jeep

was i being too bold

before the night could get old

no

no

no

no

she proved me so wrong

oh the italian girls sometimes hold their religious habits

in front of your eyes

just to get you tied

ah but not my little bella