I bring you plates from Rome   You say they look fantastic   I say we're having fun   Nothing like that Italian Plastic      I bring you rocks and flowers   You say they look pathetic   You pick me up at night   I don't feel pathetic      Chorus:   When you wake up with me   I'll be your glass of water (uh huh)   When you stick up for me   They you're my Bella Bambina (uh huh)      I say we're on a trip   Looks like we're on vacation   I say we're having fun   In our little constellation      Chorus      Then I'll be your Balle Bambino, your man from the moon   I'll be your little boy running with that egg on his spoon   I'll be your soul survivor, you worst wicked friend   I'll be your piggy in the middle, stick with you till the end (Oh)      Chorus