Bambina

She was born in the end of 1900

Bambina ritorna alla casa

Papa'd say eat soja-beans

And put in your hard-time jeans

He'd shoot me up to go to school

Then give me pills to keep me cool.

Bambina ritorna alla casa

I was eight, I felt out of shape

I guess I needed something to get straight

The casual-capsule was the only scape.

Though papa thought it was disgusting to take.

Bambina ritorna alla casa

Dad got shocked, red and green

"What the neighbors think seeing you clean"

I ran away on a foggy day,

Met E.T., feeling just like me.

Bambina, ritorna alla casa.

He took me up to the martian meadows

Where now my nu-nuclear plant grows

Happy with my Hologram-home,

My youngest baby-clone, papa talks

On the T.V. Phone

Bambina ritorna alla casa

Bambina guarda la macchina

(Fear of Bombs High-Technology, Radio Activity) .