Italian Plastic

Crowded House

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



I say we're on a trip

Look's like we're on vacation

I say we're having fun

In our little constellation



When you wake up with me

I'll be your glass of water

When you stick up for me



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 surviver, your worst wicked friend

I'll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end



When you wake up with me

I'll be your glass of water

When you stick up for me

The you're my Bella Bambina



Who ya gonna take to the ball tonight?

Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight?

Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight?

Who ya gonna take to the dance tonight, tonight?