Italian Plastic

I bring you plates from Rome
You say they look fantastic
I say we're having fun
Nothing like that Italian plasticI bring you rocks and flowers
You say they look pathetic
You pick me up at night
I don't feel patheticWhen you wake up with me
I'll be your glass of water uh huh
When you stick up for me
Then you're my bella bambinaI say we're on a trip
Look's like we're on vacation
I say we're having fun
In our little constellationWhen you wake up with me
I'll be your glass of water uh huh
When you stick up for meThen 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 endWhen you wake up with me
I'll be your glass of water uh huh
When you stick up for me
Then you're my bella bambinaWho ya gonna take to the ball tonight?
Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight?
Who ya gonna take to the ball tonight?
Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight, tonight, tonight?