Italian Plastic ((Live at Sydney Opera House) [2006 - Remaster])

He's asking me what the first line is
And he wrote the thing
Yeah, it's something like that

I bring you plates from Rome
You say they look pathetic
You pick me up at night
I don't feel pathetic

I say we're on a trip
Looks like we're on vacation (I'm on vacation)
I say we're having fun
In our little brown constellation

When you wake up with me
I'll be your glass of water, aha
When you stick up for me
Then you're my bella bambina, aha (go, Mark)

I say we're on a trip (on a trip)
Looks like we're in the front of the Opera House, Neil
I say I'll pass this nail behind this
Looking into the future with some intremendation
Three, four

When you wake up with me
I'll be your glass of water
When you stick up for me, aha
I'll be your bella bambino, your man from the moon

I'll be your little boy running with that egg on his spoon
I'll be your soul surviver, your worst wicked friend
I'll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you 'til the end, oh

When you wake up with me
I'll be your glass of water, aha
When you stick up for me
Then you're my bella bambina, aha (oh-ho-ho)

Paul Hester
I think it's time we a little bit of a brotherly present on stage now (yeah)
Mr. Fin, are you in the house?