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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
Well, 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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