The Piccolino

By the Adriatic waters, Venetian sons and daughters

Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars

It was written by a Latin, a gondolier who sat in

His home out in Brooklyn and gazed at the stars

He sent his melody across the sea to Italy

And we know they wrote some words to fit that catchy bit

And christened it the Piccolino

And we know that it's the reason why everyone this season

Is strumming and humming a new melody

Come to the casino and hear them play the Piccolino

Dance with your bambino to the strains of the catchy Piccolino

Drink your glass of vino and when you've had your plate of scaloppino

Make them play the Piccolino, the catchy Piccolino

And dance to the strains of that new melody

The Piccolino