Two Small Cars In Rome

Two small cars in Rome,
 oh baby if I ever get home
 I'm gonna wipe this experience
 from my memory.
 Just you wait and see.
 It happened on a summer saturday night,
 I was feelin' alright,
 The moment fit me like a noose...
 you should have seen the sight of me
 swimmin' in the fountain of Trevi,
 my birthday suit a little loose.
 Those little fiat scooter cars,
 zippin' round like little shooting stars,
 bouncin' off the cobblestone streets of Trastevere,
 like little ping pong balls
 oh, how I miss the mega malls
 back home in old virginny fulla giant cars.
 Those two small cars in Rome
 found me and tried to take me home,
 I knew them girls weren't Italian,
 ...just by seein' ...
 but I swear I knew what I was doin' by the Colliseum,
 But them two small cars in Rome,
 They got everything I brought from home,
 dropped me off on the Appian Way,
 my red eyes meetin' the light of day...
 and I crawled back to the steps of the Pantheon
 without a lira or a ticket outta town
 them two small cars in Rome
 ruin'd me like a circus maximus clown
 And now the Carabinieri says "mi dica..."
 and I say "no, they took that, too..."
 Oh honey wire that money soon,
 I'd rather be on the dark side o' the moon,
 than here in Rome
 Oh, honey get me home