Every night when I get home   I settle down to prime time limbo   When all the boys are gathered around   Shouting Ita'a on TV   And though the roaches are thick on the ground   Somebody goes to close my window   Keep the noise of the city down   Get a dose of integrity      Every week, in every home   She got wholesome news for the family   I believe, I believe, in what she says   Yes I do   I believe, I believe, at the end of the day   Her magazine'll get me through      Ita's tongue never touches her lips   She could always be my godmother   And though the desk-top hides her hips   My imagination's strong   She's the sweetest thing I've ever seen   I'd like to take her out to dinner   But when I think about the places I've been   I'd probably hold my fork all wrong      Every day and every night   She's the only one we can depend upon   I believe, I believe, in what she says   Yes I do   I believe, I believe, at the end of the day   Her magazine'll get me through      To every housewife through the land   There is no-one else they can depend upon   How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too