Chisel Cold - Ita Lyrics

Every night when I get home

I settle down to prime time limbo

When all the boys are gathered around

Shouting Ita'a on TV

And though the roaches are thick on the ground

Somebody goes to close my window

Keep the noise of the city down

Get a dose of integrity



Every week, in every home

She got wholesome news for the family

I believe, I believe, in what she says

Yes I do

I believe, I believe, at the end of the day

Her magazine'll get me through



Ita's tongue never touches her lips

She could always be my godmother

And though the desk-top hides her hips

My imagination's strong

She's the sweetest thing I've ever seen

I'd like to take her out to dinner

But when I think about the places I've been

I'd probably hold my fork all wrong



Every day and every night

She's the only one we can depend upon

I believe, I believe, in what she says

Yes I do

I believe, I believe, at the end of the day

Her magazine'll get me through



To every housewife through the land

There is no-one else they can depend upon

How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too