Ita Cold Chisel

[Verse 1]
Every night when I crawl home
I settle down to prime-time limbo
When all the boys are gathered around
Shoutin' "Ita's on T.V."

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Every week, in every home
She's got wholesome news for the family

[Chorus 1]
I believe, I believe in what she says, yes I do
I believe, I believe, at the end of the day
Her magazine will get me through

[Verse 3]
Ita's tongue never touches her lips
She could always be my godmother
And though the desktop hides her hips
My imagination's strong