Italiannette, who's your fella?
Italiannette, you're bella, bella
Italiannette, I think you're keen, oh
Italiannette, Italiannette, be my bambino
I've never been to Napoli, I've never been to Rome
But there's a pizzeria just a couple of blocks from home
And there's a handsome fella there who twirls the pizza pies
And when I pass his window, this is what he cries
Italiannette (Italiannette), who's your fella?
Italiannette (Italiannette), you're bella, bella
Italiannette (Italiannette), I think you're keen, oh
Italiannette, Italiannette, be my bambino
One day some fellas heard him sing his spooky little song
They learnt the words and music, oh it didn't take them long
And now they come to my house almost every night
And they serenade me to my heart's delight
Italiannette (Italiannette), who's your fella?
Italiannette (Italiannette), you're bella, bella
Italiannette (Italiannette), I think you're keen, oh
Italiannette, Italiannette, be my bambino
Some day I'll visit Italy, I hope it will be soon (sì)
I'll see the bay of Naples and I'll see the Venice moon (sì)
But no one there will notice me, on this I'll make a bet
No one in sunny Italy has heard Italiannette
Italiannette, who's your fella?
Italiannette, you're bella, bella
Italiannette, I think you're keen, oh
Italiannette, Italiannette, be my bambino
Italiannette, who's your fella?
Italiannette, you're bella, bella
Italiannette, I think you're keen, oh
Italiannette, Italiannette, be my bambino
Italiannette!
Ma just the one more time
Italiannette, who's your fella?
Italiannette, you're bella, bella
Italiannette, I think you're keen, oh
Italiannette, Italiannette, be my bambino
Italiannette!
That's-a nice
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