In Napoli where love is King,
When the moon hits your eye like a big a pizza pie, that's amore;
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore.
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella."
Hearts'll play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella.
When the stars make you drool joosta like pasta fazool, that's amore;
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love;
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreamin', signore,
'Scusa me, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amore.
In Napoli where love is King,
When the moon hits your eye like a big a pizza pie, that's amore;
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amore.
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella."
Hearts'll play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella.
When the stars make you drool joosta like pasta fazool, that's amore;
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love;
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreamin', signore,
'Scusa me, but you see, back in old Napoli, when the amore.