Thake the 'a' Train

When the moon hangs low in Napoli

There's a handsome gondolier

Every night he sings so happily

So his lady love can hear

In a manner so bravissimo

He repeats his serenade

And his heart beats so fortissimo

When she raises her Venetian shade...

Ciribiribin, he waits for her each night beneath her balcony;

Ciribiribin, he begs to hold her tight, but no, she won't agree...

Ciribiribin, she throws a rose and blows a kiss from up above

Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, Ciribiribin, they're so in love!