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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 gets faster he's always faster
He smokes magalloni,
Makes good cabanurry
His cocks too long
To fit in this song
He shaves his legs,
Always thinks about sex
His hands on blisters
When he talks about sisters
He talks bagalloni, he eats rigatoni
When he plays his drums it sounds like this
He's really italian,
He's hung like a stallion
He never takes a rest
In chasing breasts and legs
He hates peter criss but he still likes kiss
When he plays his drums it sounds like this
I'm in a band
With an italian drummer
I'm in a band with a foreign chap
