I'm In A Band With An Italian Drummer - Bruce Dickinson

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

And all the girls just fall in his lap

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

But for a foreigner he’s quite a nice chap

He just cooks pasta, always faster

He smokes with his father, makes good carbonara

His cock’s too long to fit in this song

He shaves his legs and always thinks about sex

His hands have blisters, don’t trust him with your sisters

He talks baloni and eats rigatoni

His name’s on his sticks, he’s got smelly armpits

And when he plays his drums it sounds like this

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

And all the girls just fall in his lap

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

But for a foreigner he’s quite a nice chap

He’s really Italian, hung like a stallion

He never takes a rest from chasing breasts and legs

He hates Peter Criss but he still likes Kiss

And when he plays his drums it sounds like this

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

And all the girls just fall in his lap

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

But for a foreigner he’s quite a nice chap

«The characters described in this song are fictitious and

Any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely

Coincidental and unintentional»

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

And all the girls just fall in his lap

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

But for a foreigner he’s quite a nice chap

He’s really Italian, he’s hung like a stallion

His cock’s too long to fit in this song

He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex

His hands have blisters, don’t trust him with your sisters

He talks baloni and eats rigatoni

His name’s on his sticks, he’s got smelly armpits

When he plays his drums…

…do you know someone like this?

I’m in a band with an Italian drummer

I’m in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity)

«You know son, it’s like this you see

We met him down the pub one day and eerm…

He looked a bit of a geezer at the time

Ha!

It was only when we gave him a fucking saxophone

That he discovered he was a fucking drummer didn’t he!

Fucking cunt!

So we got rid of his saxophone and eerm…

Put these drums there instead.

And eerm…

He was a star really

And there’s nothing we can do about it really.»

I’m in a band, in a band, in a band…

«Hey, are you fucking talking to me, aye?

Minchia!

Minchia!

Minchia!

E' come se metti del

Peperoncino nel culo di una porta che scoreggia nuvole di nero

E poi c’era una vacca… Io non ho capito che dice questo

Ragazzo inglese… Non mi ricordo

Ehi Vito, ma che cazzo dice, eh ?!

E te l’ho detto, io non capisco una minchia questo

Ragazzo straniero

…fucking talking to you, aye!!!

Ah, think so!

Andate a 'fanculo !!!"