When Baby Goes Italian © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved

She never fails to remind me

How good I am at being wrong

It's likely I will live to regret ever having played this song

In the passing lane of the road to doom or

The acid test for her sense of humor

When baby goes Italian

Odds are better with the wrath of Kong

 

I might have a thing or two to learn

About which side my bread is buttered on

She's got all the ammunition she don't have to lift a finger

She can draw blood with a telephone

The fool who called her the weaker sex damn him

Needs to have his head examined

 

When baby goes Italian

Be wishin' you were gone gone gone

When baby goes Italian

Rather be someplace far away from here

Maybe a hole to fall down in

Someplace dark and cool to disappear

Don't waste your breath telling her you love her

About all you can do is duck and cover

Exit stage left runnin' even rapscallion

When baby goes Italian

 

Run like a weasel you rapscallion

When baby goes Italian

 

 

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When Baby Goes Italian © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
When Baby Goes Italian © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
When Baby Goes Italian © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved
When Baby Goes Italian © 2002 by Mick Overman OhCorina Music (ASCAP) all rights reserved