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THAT'S AMORE
by
Dean Martin
(In Napoli where love is King
When boy meets girl, here's what they say)
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 will play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella
When the stars make you drool joost-a 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
'Scusami, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amore
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 will play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarantella
When the stars make you drool just 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 dreaming, signore
'Scusami, but you see back in old Napoli, that's amore (amore)
That's amore
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SOPHIA LOREN - AN ITALIAN INSTITUTION
(Sophia was born pipe-thin in a poor Naples backstreet. She is now a voluptuous, wealthy woman; thanks to spaghetti and Carlo Ponti!)
When I saw your young face, wow it made my heart race,
Bella Loren;
And that dazzling smile, oh you just had such style,
Bella Loren;
Birdies sing, sing-a-ling-a-ling, love-a was-a King,
Then my head went-a dizzy,
And your laugh, la-ti-ta-ti-ta, la-ti-ta-ti-ta,
Was like Asti, so fizzy.
When I tooka you to bed, I knew then we musta wed,
Bella Loren,
Yet it coulda not be so, I was married although
Not in love.
In my movies you starred, although it was hard to ignore, when,
I coulda not make you mine, have you here all the time,
Bella Loren.
Then, at last, happily, you're 'Signora Ponti'!
Bella Loren,
They say, "Tut! Bigamy!" you musta leave Italy,
Bella Loren.
Yet we sing, ting-a-ling-a-ting, ting-a-ling-a-ling,
As we eat tortellini!
Our hearts skip, skip-a-skippy-skip, skip-a-skippy-skip,
Like two happy bambini.
Glee, contentment and joy, they were ours to employ
Mi amore,
We were ok, complete, with the world at our feet,
And in love
Though my health seeped away,
You keepa true through each day,
Mi amore;
I will waita here for you till eternity's through, mi amore,
Mi amore!
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