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 bite at Sabore.
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine at Sabore.
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 like a pasta fuzzle at Sabore.
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 Sabore.
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza bite at Sabore.
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine at Sabore.
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 like a pasta fuzzle at Sabore.
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 Sabore.
That's Sabore.