歌曲名 A Kiss From Your Lips

歌手名 Dave Baby Cortez

作词：The Chantays

作曲：The Mar-Kaysketts

In Italy when Mussolini called for men

He make me go

To fight the foe

He say with a grin you're sure to win and home again

That liar Benito whenever we meet

I make the Blitz they pick the bits

Up in the next street

No wanta no start the war

No wanta no fight the war

No wanta to leave my home in sunny Italy

I miss the macaroni

I miss the ice cream cone

I miss my little Rosalie

No like the barbed wire

No like the spit fire

No like the great big guy from Australia

No like the ping

No like the boom

No like the whoosh

No like the clunk

Oh take me back to sunny Italy

Io da laniero di qualit

Hey who

Says the

Duce pronounced Mrs Musso

You can buy another trouseau

I go to make some war among the sheik

With my trusty battagliare

And with Mary from the dairy

I'll be home again inside a couple week

And the populo di Roma

They draw up a nice diploma

For to give to the Italians by and by

But the Abyssinian army

They drive us nearly barmy

Singing el kaladdy Haile Selassie

Coming through the rye

Says iosta no surrender

And he speak very tender

He say stick it boys and then I'm sure we win

But the British in the tanks

They attack us on the flanks

And you're a fatter man than I am Gunga Din

They search every nook and cranny

For our Marshall Graziani

And we have to pin a note upon the door

We wouldn't tell a fibby here

You can search all over Lybia

Grazie and army doesn't liby here anymore

No wanta no start the war

No wanta no fight the war

No wanta to leave my home in sunny Italy

I miss the macaroni

I miss the ice cream cone

I miss my little Rosalie

No like the barbed wire

No like the spit fire

No like the great big guy from Australia

No like Badia

No like Tobruk

No like saloon

No like book

Oh take me back to sunny Italy

Oh take me back to sunny Italy

Viva