Sweet lady on the telephone
She likes fast cars made in Rome
Two-week vacation in the hot, hot sun
She's drop dead gorgeous, man, she loves to have fun

a-ha...She loves Italian...
a-ha...She loves Italian...
Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...

Brothers call her desire
A sweet sister of fire
Were you born with a silver spoon?
I dig your style man -- you fly me to the moon

a-ha...She loves Italian...
a-ha...She loves Italian...
Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...

She got money, but she don't care
A fancy talk only bores her to tears
She makes a move to a seaside cafe
She orders pasta and a glass of champagne

a-ha...She loves Italian...
a-ha...She loves Italian...
Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...

She deserves to be in diamonds and furs
She likes to dance with a sexy little twirls
You make my heart skip, skip, skip, skip
I'll give my right arm for a kiss, kiss, kiss

a-ha...She loves Italian...
a-ha...She loves Italian...

[guitar solo]

Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...
Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...

Sweet lady on the telephone
She likes fast cars made in Rome
Two-week vacation in the hot, hot sun
She's drop dead gorgeous, man, she loves to have fun

a-ha...She loves Italian...
a-ha...She loves Italian...
Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...
Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...
Ooh-wah-ooh...Ooh-wah-ooh...

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ALAN LEO JANSSON, PAUL FUEMANA