(In Napoli, where love is king,
when boy meets girl, here's what they sing:)
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amoré.
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's amoré.
Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing, "Vita bella."
Hearts will play, tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay like a gay tarantella (Lucky fella.)
When the stars make you drool just like pasta fazool, that's amoré.
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 dreaming, Signoré,
'Scusa me, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amoré.