I bring you plates from Rome
You say they look fantastic
I say we´re having fun
Nothing like that Italian plastic
I bring you rocks and flowers
You say they look pathetic
You pick me up at night
I don´t feel pathetic

When you wake up with me
I´ll be your glass of water
When you stick up for me
Then you´re my Bella Bambina

I say we´re on a trip
Looks like we´re on vacation
I say we´re having fun
In our little constellation

Then I´ll be your Bella Bambino, your man on the moon,
I´ll be your little boy running with that egg on his spoon,
I´ll be your soul survivor, your worst wicked friend,
I´ll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end