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 fous,
oh,
that's amore.
When you dance down the street with the clout at your feet,
you're in love.
When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming,
signore.
Choose 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.
Oh,
that's amore.
That's amore.
When you dance down the street with the clout at your feet,
you're in love.
When you walk in a dream but you know
you're not dreaming,
signore.
Choose me,
but you see back in old Napoli, that's amore.
Amore.
That's amore.