Lyrics Ita - Live - Cold Chisel

One, two, three

Every night when I crawl home
I settle down to prime-time limbo
And all the boys are gathered around
Shoutin', "Ita's on TV"
Though the roaches are thick on the ground
Somebody goes to close our window
Keep the noise of the city down
Get a dose of integrity

Every housewife through the land
There is no one else they 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 see me through

Ita's tongue never touches her lips
She could always be my godmother
And though the desktop 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
Probably hold my fork all wrong

Every night, in every home
She's 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 see me through

Every week, in every home
She's the only one we can depend upon
How could I not believe when Ita tells me to?
(Come on Ita, tell me what to do, baby)

Every night and every day
She's the only one we can depend upon
How could I not believe when Ita tells me to?
How could I not believe when Ita tells me to?
How could I not believe when Ita tells me to?
How could I not believe when Ita tells me to?
Yes it's true, when Ita tells me to

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