Two Small Cars In Rome

Two small cars in Rome,

oh baby if I ever get home

I'm gonna wipe this experience

from my memory.

Just you wait and see.

It happened on a summer saturday night,

I was feelin' alright,

The moment fit me like a noose...

you should have seen the sight of me

swimmin' in the fountain of Trevi,

my birthday suit a little loose.

Those little fiat scooter cars,

zippin' round like little shooting stars,

bouncin' off the cobblestone streets of Trastevere,

like little ping pong balls

oh, how I miss the mega malls

back home in old virginny fulla giant cars.

Those two small cars in Rome

found me and tried to take me home,

I knew them girls weren't Italian,

...just by seein' ...

but I swear I knew what I was doin' by the Colliseum,

But them two small cars in Rome,

They got everything I brought from home,

dropped me off on the Appian Way,

my red eyes meetin' the light of day...

and I crawled back to the steps of the Pantheon

without a lira or a ticket outta town

them two small cars in Rome

ruin'd me like a circus maximus clown

And now the Carabinieri says "mi dica..."

and I say "no, they took that, too..."

Oh honey wire that money soon,

I'd rather be on the dark side o' the moon,

than here in Rome

Oh, honey get me home