In Napoli, where love is king, where boy meets girl, here's what they sing. When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's a modele. When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's a modele. Bells will ring, ding-a-ling-a-ling, ding-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing vita bella. Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay, like a gay tarambella. When the stars make you drool, just like a pasta fazoola, that's a modele. 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. Scuse me, but you see back in old Napoli, that's a modele. When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's a modele. That's a modele. When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, that's a modele. That's a modele. Bells will ring, ding-a-ling-a-ling, ding-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing vita bella. Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay, like a gay tarambella. Lucky fella. When the stars make you drool, just like a pasta fazoola, that's a modele. That's a modele. 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. Scuse me, but you see back in old Napoli, that's a modele. That's a modele. That's a modele. Thanks for watching!