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Lyrics:
(Italian Accent Makes Him Sound Like He's Swearing When He's Not)
in The Morning I Go Down To Eat Breakfast, i Said To The Waitress I Want To Pieces Of Toast, she Brings Me Only One Piece, i Tell Her I Want To Piece, she Said Go To The Toilet, i Say You Dont Understand, i Wanna Piece On My Plate, she Said You Better Not Piss On Your Plate You Son Of A Bitch, i Dont Even Know The Lady And Shes Calling Me Son Of A Bitch
i Dont Need This Shit!
later I Go Down To Eat At The Big Restaurant, the Waitress Brings Me A Spoon And A Knive, but No Fork, i Tell Her I Wanted A Fork, she Telling Me Everybody Want A Fuck, i Say You Dont Understand, i Wanna Fork On My Table, she Says You Better Not Fuck On The Table You Son Of A Bitch, i Dont Even Know The Lady And Shes Calling Me Son Of A Bitch
i Dont Need This Shit!
so I Go Back To My Room In A Hotel, and There Are No Sheets On The Bed, called The Manager And Tell Him I Want A Sheet, he Says Go To The Toilet, i Say You Dont Understand, i Wanna Sheet On My Bed, he Says You Better Not Shit On My Bed You Son Of A Bitch, i Go To The Check Out And The Man At The Desk Says 'peace On You', i Say 'piss On You Too You Son Of A Bitch, Im Going Back To Italia, Holiday Dench'
i Dont Need This Shit!
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