Cold Chisel - Ita Lyrics






Every night when I go home
I settle down to prime-time limbo
When all the boys are gathered around
Shoutin' "Ita's on TV"
And though the roaches are thick on the ground
Somebody goes to close our window
Keep the noise of the city down
Get a dose of integrity

Every week, in every home
She's got wholesome news for the family
I believe, I believe, in what she says
Yes I do
I believe, I believe, at the end of the day
Her magazine'll get me through

Ita's tongue never touches her lips
She could always be my godmother
And though the desktop hides her hips
My imagination's strong
She's the sweetest thing I've ever seen
I'd like to take her out to dinner
But when I think about the places I've been
I'd probably hold my fork all wrong

Every day and every night
She's the only one we can depend upon
I believe, I believe, in what she says
Yes I do
I believe, I believe, at the end of the day
Her magazine'll get me through

To every housewife through the land
There is no-one else they can depend upon
How could I not believe what Ita tells me to

Every day and every night
She's the only one we can depend upon
How could I not believe what Ita tells me to
How could I not believe what Ita tells me to
How could I not believe what Ita tells me to
How could I not believe what Ita tells me to

Yes it's true, what Ita tells me to





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  1. R.... ....

    Every night when I get home
    I settle down to prime time limbo
    When all the boys are gathered around
    Shouting Ita'a on TV
    And though the roaches are thick on the ground
    Somebody goes to close my window
    Keep the noise of the city down
    Get a dose of integrity
    Every week, in every home
    She got wholesome news for the family
    I believe, I believe, in what she says
    Yes I do
    I believe, I believe, at the end of the day
    Her magazine'll get me through
    Ita's tongue never touches her lips
    She could always be my godmother
    And though the desk-top hides her hips
    My imagination's strong
    She's the sweetest thing I've ever seen
    I'd like to take her out to dinner
    But when I think about the places I've been
    I'd probably hold my fork all wrong
    Every day and every night
    She's the only one we can depend upon
    I believe, I believe, in what she says
    Yes I do
    I believe, I believe, at the end of the day
    Her magazine'll get me through
    To every housewife through the land
    There is no-one else they can depend upon
    How could I not believe, when Ita tells me to

  2. B.... ....

    listening to the lyrics 30 years later...IS it just me? or did ita buttrose commission this song as kind of publicity for "womans day magazine" seems awfully fawning for that quite mediocre woman...why would the chisel suddenly write a song about buttrose.

    B.... ....

    btw, ita's tongue never touches her lips and even though the desk top hides her hips...my imagination is strong...savage aussie genius on a mundane topic

    B.... ....

    No no ita had nothing to do with it except it being about her. It was just cos they thought she was hot

  3. P.... W....

    long live ita buttwose

    P.... W....

    Haha Ita buttwosth

  4. N.... U....

    Phil Small and Steve Prestwich a rock solid vastly underrated rhythm section

  5. B.... S....

    Chisel rocks what else do you say

  6. s.... m....

    long live Ita

    s.... m....

    Ita Buttrose i do not think so fool

  7. R.... E....

    Why isn't this song on my "Chisel" compilation CD? :(

    R.... E....

    because, according to bro tek, anyone who has this is a fool. So you have been warned.

  8. I.... N....

    awesome song!

    I.... N....

    Raven LSONE you're exactly right!😊