Ita
Cold Chisel Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The song "Ita" by Cold Chisel pays tribute to Ita Buttrose, an influential Australian journalist and media personality. The lyrics speak of the singer's admiration for Ita and her work, particularly her news reporting and her magazine, which he believes will get him through at the end of the day. The singer's admiration for Ita is portrayed in the first verse when he says that every night when he gets home, he settles down to watch "prime time limbo." He describes the boys gathered around with the noise of the city kept down to hear "Ita on TV," who brings integrity to the news.


In the second verse, the singer admires Ita's wholesome news, which she delivers to every home in the country. He believes in what she says, and he relies on her magazine to get him through. The lyrics then turn to the singer's infatuation with Ita, describing her as the "sweetest thing I've ever seen," and someone he'd like to take out to dinner. However, his self-doubt sets in, and he's afraid he'd hold his fork all wrong.


Line by Line Meaning

Every night when I get home
Upon arriving home every night


I settle down to prime time limbo
I sit down to watch TV to unwind after a long day


When all the boys are gathered around
When all my friends are with me


Shouting Ita'a on TV
Cheering on Ita on television


And though the roaches are thick on the ground
And although there are insects all around


Somebody goes to close my window
Someone closes my window to keep the noise out


Keep the noise of the city down
Minimizing the sound of the city


Get a dose of integrity
Receiving a sense of honesty and truthfulness


Every week, in every home
Every week, in every household


She got wholesome news for the family
She has positive news for families


I believe, I believe, in what she says
I trust in what she reports


Yes I do
Indeed, I do


I believe, I believe, at the end of the day
I trust, in the end


Her magazine'll get me through
Reading her publication will help me endure


Ita's tongue never touches her lips
Ita speaks perfectly


She could always be my godmother
Ita is respectable and endearing


And though the desk-top hides her hips
Even though her desk obscures her figure


My imagination's strong
I have a vivid imagination


She's the sweetest thing I've ever seen
Ita is the most endearing person I've ever encountered


I'd like to take her out to dinner
I would love to have dinner with her


But when I think about the places I've been
When I reflect on my past experiences


I'd probably hold my fork all wrong
I might make a social faux pas


Every day and every night
All day and all night


She's the only one we can depend upon
We can rely solely on her


To every housewife through the land
To every female homemaker


There is no-one else they can depend upon
No other person can be relied upon


How could I not believe, when Ita tells me too
It would be impossible not to trust what Ita tells me




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DONALD WALKER, DONALD HUGH WALKER

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@UnleashedTraining101

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



All comments from YouTube:

@goldencalf5144

My favourite Chisel song. I didn't even realize it was about Ita Buttrose till recently. How lucky is she to have such a great song dedicated to her.

@shux422

My gosh these blokes were brilliant. It's easy to think they were just hard rocking so and sos until you think back on all the ridiculously beautiful melodies they created. Amazingly talented song writers.

@trevormwabulabrookings

The 1st tune I heard from Cold Chisel whilst being a student in 1980 at high school. Thereafter I fell in love with the band and enjoyed all their songs🎶🎵🎸💯❤

@UnleashedTraining101

One of my favourites from cold chisel. And even Ita herself likes this song.

@mjr320

The rest of the world truly missed out

@nagaslrac

This one’s just for us.

@caveman385

Hi, this is the rest of the World here....we just received a phonecall. Just to inform you, we didn't miss out on anything. 🤣🤣

@bjornwestling600

Not really... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VT2iT6UszM4

@augustinradac1749

I’m from Italy I love cold chisel like my coffee in the morning!

@xwhite2020

Barnsey had an amazing voice back then. World class.

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