Представляем точный текст композиции "Im In A Band With An Italian Drummer" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bruce Dickinson . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Im In A Band With An Italian Drummer» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bruce Dickinson передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bruce Dickinson - "Im In A Band With An Italian Drummer"
Lyrics to Im In A Band With An Italian Drummer : [C. Dale] [Skunkworks-sessions, 1996] [CHORUS:] Im in a band with an Italian drummer and all the girls just fall in his lap Im in a band with an Italian drummer But for a foreigner hes quite a nice chap He just cooks pasta, always faster He smokes with his father, makes good carbonara His cocks too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs and always thinks about sex His hands have blisters, dont trust him with your sisters He talks baloni and eats rigatoni His names on his sticks, hes got smelly armpits And when he plays his drums it sounds like this [REPEAT CHORUS] Hes really Italian, hung like a stallion He never takes a rest from chasing breasts and legs He hates Peter Criss but he still likes Kiss And when he plays his drums it sounds like this [REPEAT CHORUS] "The characters described in this song are fictitious and any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional" [REPEAT CHORUS] Hes really Italian, hes hung like a stallion His cocks too long to fit in this song He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex His hands have blisters, dont trust him with your sisters He talks baloni and eats rigatoni His names on his sticks, hes got smelly armpits when he plays his drums... ...do you know someone like this Im in a band with an Italian drummer Im in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity) "You know son, its like this you see. We met him down the pub one day and eerm... he looked a bit of a geezer at the time. Ha! It was only when we gave him a fucking saxophone that he discovered he was a fucking drummer didnt he! Fucking cunt! So we got rid of his saxophone and eerm... put these drums there instead. And eerm... he was a star really. And theres nothing we can do about it really." Im in a band, in a band, in a band... "Hey, are you fucking talking to me, aye' Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E come se metti del peperoncino nel culo di una porta che scoreggia nuvole di nero. E poi cera una vacca... Io non ho capito che dice questo ragazzo inglese... Non mi ricordo. Ehi Vito, ma che cazzo dice, eh '! E te lho detto, io non capisco una minchia questo ragazzo straniero. ...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so! Andate a fanculo !!!" "Dick! Dick! Dick! Its like if you put some pepper in the ass of a door that farts black clouds. And then there was a cow... I dont undestand what this english boy is saying... I dont remember. Ehi Vito, what does that dick say, eh ' And I told you, I dont understand this stranger boy. ...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so! Fuck off !!!" [ Im In A Band With An Italian Drummer Lyrics ]
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