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 cooks pasta
Always faster
He smokes with his father
Makes good carbonara
His cock’s too long
To fit in this song
He shaves his legs
And always thinks about sex
His hands have blisters
Don’t trust him with your sisters
He talks baloni
And eats rigatoni
His name’s on his sticks
He’s got smelly armpits
And when he plays his drums it sounds like this

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’s really Italian
Hung like a stallion
Never takes a rest
From chasing legs and breasts
He hates Peter Criss
But he still likes Kiss
And when he plays his drums it sounds like this
Do you know someone like this?

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