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!