Italian you say, well maybe Dean Martin might have something to say about that:
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 gay tarantella.
When the stars make you drool
Just like a pasta e fasule, 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.
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 gay tarantella. Lucky fella
When the stars make you drool
Just like a pasta e fascule, 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.