I was riding my bike through the hills of Assisi
When I lost all my bearings and took a wrong turn
I went past a one-legged violin maker
And I went past a church and a big butter churn

Past-a-this, past-a-that
Soon my tummy was rumbling
Past-a-this, past-a-that
I was in the mood for Italian food

I went past a bridge and I went past a belfry
I went past a shepherd with all of his flock
I went past a farm and I went past a factory
I went past an orchard, I went past a clock

Past-a-this, past-a-that
Soon my tummy was rumbling
Past-a-this, past-a-that
I was in the mood for Italian food

I went past a man who was gazing at poppies
With petals resembling butterfly wings
I went past a statue of somebody famous
Oh I went past a lot of Italian things

Past-a-this, past-a-that
Soon my tummy was rumbling
Past-a-this, past-a-that
I was in the mood
I was in the mood
I was in the mood for Italian Food

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