Lyrics To Italy! - Eric Idle's What about Dick - Original Cast

To Italy, to Italy, oh yes let's go to Italy
Where painters paint so prettily on ceilings there
Where everyone talks wittily and no one argues bitterly
And we'll be free to really have some feelings there

Let's leave this soggy English rain and go to Italy by train
To visit Florence, Venice and then Rome again
We'll wine and dine til we are sick
And we won't have to think of Dick
At least until we finally come home again

Italia! la la la la la la la la la la la la
Italia! ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

No I cannot stand Italians
They wear big gold medallions
And act like bloody stallions, all the waiters there
Tagliatelle, vermicelli;
It all gets on my nelly and as far as I'm concerned
They're pastabaters there

Italia! la la la la la la la la la la la la
Italia! ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Italian men are gorgeous
If you don't include the Borgias
For they make me slightly nauseous when I read of them
Romeos and Cinderellas say bon journo and ciao bellas
And they have umbrellas should I feel the need of them

Italia! la la la la la la la la la la la la
Italia! ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Rome was not built in a day
Though actually it looks that way
The Roman Empire was of course the power there
There's a geezer came from Pisa, by the name of Julius Ceasar
He was a little bent, but then so is the tower there

Italia! la la la la la la la la la la la la
Italia! ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Italia! la la la la la la la la la la la la
Italia! ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya