The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer
and all the girls just fall in his lap
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer
But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap
He just cooks pasta, always faster
He smokes with his father, makes good carbonara
His cock's too long to fit in this song
He shaves his legs and always thinks about sex
His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters
He talks baloni and eats rigatoni
His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits
And when he plays his drums it sounds like this
[REPEAT CHORUS]
He's really Italian, hung like a stallion
He never takes a rest from chasing breasts and legs
He hates Peter Criss but he still likes Kiss
And when he plays his drums it sounds like this
[REPEAT CHORUS]
"The characters described in this song are fictitious and
any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely
coincidental and unintentional"
[REPEAT CHORUS]
He's really Italian, he's hung like a stallion
His cock's too long to fit in this song
He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex
His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters
He talks baloni and eats rigatoni
His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits
when he plays his drums...
...do you know someone like this
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer
I'm in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity)
"You know son, it's like this you see.
We met him down the pub one day and eerm...
he looked a bit of a geezer at the time.
Ha! It was only when we gave him a fucking saxophone
that he discovered he was a fucking drummer didn't he!
Fucking cunt!
So we got rid of his saxophone and eerm...
put these drums there instead. And eerm...
he was a star really.
And there's nothing we can do about it really."
I'm in a band, in a band, in a band...
"Hey, are you fucking talking to me, aye?
Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E' come se metti del
peperoncino nel culo di una porta che scoreggia nuvole di nero.
E poi c'era una vacca... Io non ho capito che dice questo
ragazzo inglese... Non mi ricordo.
Ehi Vito, ma che cazzo dice, eh ?!
E te l'ho detto, io non capisco una minchia questo
ragazzo straniero.
...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so!
Andate a 'fanculo !!!"
"Dick! Dick! Dick!
It's like if you put some pepper in the ass of a door
that farts black clouds.
And then there was a cow... I don't undestand what this
english boy is saying... I don't remember.
Ehi Vito, what does that dick say, eh ?
And I told you, I don't understand this stranger boy.
...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so!
Fuck off !!!"
english translation for italian verse:
Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E' like if you put of the chili pepper in ass of one the door that scoreggia clouds of black. And then there was one cow... I have not understood that this English boy says... Not me memory. Ehi Vito, but that I haul says, eh! And you I have said, I do not understand one minchia this foreign boy.
and all the girls just fall in his lap
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer
But for a foreigner he's quite a nice chap
He just cooks pasta, always faster
He smokes with his father, makes good carbonara
His cock's too long to fit in this song
He shaves his legs and always thinks about sex
His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters
He talks baloni and eats rigatoni
His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits
And when he plays his drums it sounds like this
[REPEAT CHORUS]
He's really Italian, hung like a stallion
He never takes a rest from chasing breasts and legs
He hates Peter Criss but he still likes Kiss
And when he plays his drums it sounds like this
[REPEAT CHORUS]
"The characters described in this song are fictitious and
any similarity to real people living or dead is entirely
coincidental and unintentional"
[REPEAT CHORUS]
He's really Italian, he's hung like a stallion
His cock's too long to fit in this song
He shaves his legs, always thinks about sex
His hands have blisters, don't trust him with your sisters
He talks baloni and eats rigatoni
His name's on his sticks, he's got smelly armpits
when he plays his drums...
...do you know someone like this
I'm in a band with an Italian drummer
I'm in a band with a foreign chap (Repeat in infinity)
"You know son, it's like this you see.
We met him down the pub one day and eerm...
he looked a bit of a geezer at the time.
Ha! It was only when we gave him a fucking saxophone
that he discovered he was a fucking drummer didn't he!
Fucking cunt!
So we got rid of his saxophone and eerm...
put these drums there instead. And eerm...
he was a star really.
And there's nothing we can do about it really."
I'm in a band, in a band, in a band...
"Hey, are you fucking talking to me, aye?
Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E' come se metti del
peperoncino nel culo di una porta che scoreggia nuvole di nero.
E poi c'era una vacca... Io non ho capito che dice questo
ragazzo inglese... Non mi ricordo.
Ehi Vito, ma che cazzo dice, eh ?!
E te l'ho detto, io non capisco una minchia questo
ragazzo straniero.
...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so!
Andate a 'fanculo !!!"
"Dick! Dick! Dick!
It's like if you put some pepper in the ass of a door
that farts black clouds.
And then there was a cow... I don't undestand what this
english boy is saying... I don't remember.
Ehi Vito, what does that dick say, eh ?
And I told you, I don't understand this stranger boy.
...fucking talking to you, aye!!! Ah, think so!
Fuck off !!!"
english translation for italian verse:
Minchia! Minchia! Minchia! E' like if you put of the chili pepper in ass of one the door that scoreggia clouds of black. And then there was one cow... I have not understood that this English boy says... Not me memory. Ehi Vito, but that I haul says, eh! And you I have said, I do not understand one minchia this foreign boy.
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