In Napoli,
where love is king,
when boy meets girl,
here's what they say.
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 amore.
Bells will ring,
ting-a-ling-a-ling,
ting-a-ling-a-ling,
and you'll sing vita bella.
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay,
tippy-tippy-tay,
like a guitar andella.
When the stars make you drool,
just like a pas de fosso,
that's amore.
When you dance down the street with the clatter of your feet,
you're in love.
When you walk in a dream,
but you know you're not dreaming,
signore.
Excuse 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.
That's amore.
When the world seems to shine,
like you've had too much wine,
that's amore.
That's amore.
Bells will ring,
ting-a-ling-a-ling,
ting-a-ling-a-ling,
and you'll sing vita bella.
Vita bella, vita bella.
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay,
tippy-tippy-tay,
like a guitar andella.
Lucky fella.
When the stars make you drool,
just like a pas de fosso,
that's amore.
That's amore.
When you dance down the street with the clatter of your feet,
you're in love.
When you walk in a dream,
but you know you're not dreaming,
signore.
Excuse me,
but you see,
back in old Napoli,
that's amore.
Amore.
That's amore.