Cold Chisel - Ita Lyrics
Every night when I get homeI settle down to prime time limboWhen all the boys are gathered aroundShouting Ita'a on TVAnd though the roaches are thick on the groundSomebody goes to close my windowKeep the noise of the city downGet a dose of integrityEvery week, in every homeShe got wholesome news for the familyI believe, I believe, in what she saysYes I doI believe, I believe, at the end of the dayHer magazine'll get me throughIta's tongue never touches her lipsShe could always be my godmotherAnd though the desk-top hides her hipsMy imagination's strongShe's the sweetest thing I've ever seenI'd like to take her out to dinnerBut when I think about the places I've beenI'd probably hold my fork all wrongEvery day and every nightShe's the only one we can depend uponI believe, I believe, in what she saysYes I doI believe, I believe, at the end of the dayHer magazine'll get me throughTo every housewife through the landThere is no-one else they can depend uponHow could I not believe, when Ita tells me too
