I guess this is the strangest story you’ve ever heard
It’s all about the prettiest girl living on earth
I met her in the middle of my running away from all the things that I
Was tired of being
Her name was Pretty Lola
I didn’t know where she came from
“Detroit” , that’s what she said
she told me she was crazy for
a very romantic old Italian song
“Spaghetti, pollo, insalatina,
una tazzina di caffè
a malapena riesco a mandar giù
e invece ti ricordi
che appetito insieme a te
a Detroit”
My Pretty Lola used to kiss my lips all the time
I swear I never really found a girl so divine
Sometimes I wonder if she really loved me
The special, tender way she said
She does everyday
Sometimes I watch my pretty baby sleep by my side
I can’t explain the way she makes me feel deep inside
Last night I heard her singing once again
That Italian old romantic song
Playing this way
“Spaghetti, pollo, insalatina,
una tazzina di caffè
a malapena riesco a mandar giù
e invece ti ricordi
che appetito insieme a te
a Detroit
guardavi solo me mentre cantavi Chinatown
l’orchestra ripeteva “Sciubidù“
mi resta solo un disco per tornare giù da te
a Detroit”
As time goes by my Pretty Lola
Still blows my mind
I can’t believe that everyday she makes me feel fine
We used to sing together that Italian, romantic, tender, lovely song
You know what I’m saying
“Spaghetti, pollo, insalatina,
una tazzina di caffè
a malapena riesco a mandar giù
e invece ti ricordi
che appetito insieme a te
a Detroit
guardavi solo me mentre cantavi Chinatown
l’orchestra ripeteva “Sciubidù“
mi resta solo un disco per tornare giù da te
a Detroit”