When the
Moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie,
That's amore;
When the
World seems to
Shine like you've
Had too much wine,
That's a - more.
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
Joost-a like pasta fa-zool,
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.
When the
Moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie,
That's amore;
When the
World seems to
Shine like you've
Had too much wine,
That's a - more.
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella." "Vita bella"
Hearts'll play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella. Lucky fella.
When the
Stars make you drool
Joost-a like pasta fa-zool,
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.