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-Iing-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