He wore Italian shoes Like that's supposed to mean something I mean I could wear Italian shoes too And it wouldn't mean a thing to me Except maybe the
Watching the hands strike midnight Reading the writing on the wall Just in time to chase your dream You got a chance to make it You got a chance to
Oh, I'd like to be like a bird up in the sky Hoppin' from branch to branch and learning to fly I'd fly right over the hill Right to your window sill
Out of the night You came movin' Out of the night Movin' so cool Lookin' for a lover Lookin' for a friend You must surely be some new kind of cool
Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba Bongo Bongo Ba Ba Ba Bongo Bongo Ba Ba Ba Bongo Bongo Ba Ba Ba Bongo Bongo She likes it, she likes it My baby she likes it My
I went to bed late last night Pulled down the shade And turned out the light I fell asleep, and I began to dream The most extraordinary beautiful
Ever since time began Man loves a woman, woman loves a man This is the way it was meant to be Through the pages, through the books Of our history You
If you need some inspiration Let's have a celebration That's right 'cause it's a real inspiration When you're in communication Celebrate That's
Baby got into her car Drove all the way to New York City Um Hummmm She played her guitar there They made her a star in New York City Um Hummmm
L'Italiano Laciatemi Cantare Con La Chitarre In Mano Laciatemi Cantare Sono Un Italiano Buongiorno Italia, gli spaghetti al dentee, un partigiano come
That Italian guy over there, the one with the polyester, pin-striped suit, the one with the gray hair and mustache, Must be thinking really loud thoughts
She doesn't care Whether or not he's an island And she doesn't care Just as long as his ship's coming in She doesn't care Whether or not he's an island
Oh, no not now, please not now I've just settled into the glass half empty made myself at home And so why now? Oh, please not now I just stopped believing
Sorriderai E ti rivedo come sei Incrocerai Lo sguardo mio per poi dirmi addio E mentirei Se ti dicessi "ora vai" Oramaia?¦ oramai A chi mi dice
(Stephen Bishop) I rub my eyes as I wake from sleep And leave behind The world of my dreams And thru' my window I can see the sky But I never see the
Si vous avez la nostalgie Des chants d'amour de l'Italie, Ne partez pas pour Rome ou Napoli Car on n'entend plus aujourd'hui Que ce cri : Hey mambo !
(A boy went back to Napoli because he missed the scenery) (The native dances and the charming songs) (But wait a minute something's wrong) ('cause now
I see, I see, I see all the monumental ruinization I see, I see, I see the greatest works of art in western civilization Ooh but where are Tell me where