Woodface (1991)
		Italian Plastic

		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
		Looks like we're on vacation
		I say we're having fun
		In our little constellation

		Then I'll be your Bella Bambino, your man on 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