The stars were shining brightly as the sun went down There a magic feeling in the air and all around town It's time to meet the boy she loves who comes from Rome Who smells of summer days and Hi Karate cologne She held him for the first time on a Saturday Night And took him by the hand and squeezed it tight, she said There's only one thing I wanna do with you And I know what you want, cos I want it too And we can do it all night... Pogo pogo, hey my Italian boy Pogo pogo, I'm gonna pogo with you Pogo pogo, hey my Italian boy Pogo pogo, I'm gonna pogo with you! Inside the Sistine Chapel where the tourists go Looking at the work of Michelangelo She's happy taking pictures on her mobile phone Of the boy she'll lead tonight into The Pleasuredome The first time she saw him outside The Colosseum She knew in her heart he was the perfect human being The first punk boy in Rome... The first punk boy in Rome... And he plays the bass guitar like Dee Dee Ramone