Itali
an food is poetry
Roll it round the tongue
The English food is dark brown
Just hold it down and rub
Italian meals go on and on
Like an epic porn
English meals are pretty quick
You'll hardly get to know
You'll hardly get to know
You are watching
It's really very clear
You also want your drink,
be it Vino or P .P. it's necessity
or maybe just a dream
It is indisputable,
you are what you eat
You are watching
At the dawn of history
You know, Adam had a rib
Well, he picked it clean in seconds
And he didn't know where it'd been
He smothered it in HB sauce
And washed it down with beer
Yes, Adam was an Englishman
It's really, really very clear
And he was an Italian
Passionate and keen
She cooked in oil and sprinkled herbs
Anything green
She ducked in that Chianti
Enough to make you slur
And sometimes threw an ap ple in
Just to cause a stir
You are what you eat
It's really very clear
Your heart's on what you drink,
be it vino or be it beer
Whether it's necessity
or maybe just a drink
It is indistinguishable,
you are what you eat,
yeah, you are what you eat
The Englishman can smell the fire
from half a mile away
And smelly pudding for the raw
if it's a winter day
But give a man spaghetti
and he'll sit and ponder why
The quickest way to eat it
without getting tired and young
Italian ladies swing their hips
a special kind of way
It must be in the food they eat,
that's what observers say
It's a poetry in motion,
and food is poetry
This lo gic proves I'm sure it's right
Q -E -D -E
You are watching
It's really very clear
Your answer won't you drink
Be it real, be it real
Whether it's necessity
Or maybe just a dream
It is indisputable
You are what you eat
You are what you eat