03-04-2002, 03:22 AM
That's Amore
-Dean Martin
In Na-po-li, where love is king,
when boy meets girl, here's what they sing:
When the moon hits your eye like a big piz - za pie,
that's a - mor - é.
When the world seems to shine
like you've had too much wine,
that's a - mor - é.
Bells will ring, ting-a-ling - a - ling, ting - a - ling - a - ling,
and you'll sing, "Vee - ta bel - la."
Hearts will play, tip-py - tip - py tay, tip-py - tip - py tay,
like a gay tar - an - tel - la.(Luck-y fel - la.)
When the stars make you drool
just like pas - ta fa - zool,
that's a - mor - é.
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 dream-ing,
Sig - nor - é,
scuz - za me, but you see,
back in old Na - po - li,
that's a - mor - é.
When the moon hits your eye like a big piz - za pie,
that's a - mor - é.
When the world seems to shine
like you've had too much wine,
that's a - mor - é.
Bells will ring, ting-a-ling - a - ling, ting - a - ling - a - ling,
and you'll sing, "Vee - ta bel - la."
Hearts will play, tip-py - tip - py tay, tip-py - tip - py tay,
like a gay tar - an - tel - la. (Luck-y fel - la.)
When the stars make you drool
just like pas - ta fa - zool,
that's a - mor - é.
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 dream-ing,
Sig - nor - é,
scuz - za me, but you see,
back in old Na - po - li,
that's a - mor - é.
-Dean Martin
In Na-po-li, where love is king,
when boy meets girl, here's what they sing:
When the moon hits your eye like a big piz - za pie,
that's a - mor - é.
When the world seems to shine
like you've had too much wine,
that's a - mor - é.
Bells will ring, ting-a-ling - a - ling, ting - a - ling - a - ling,
and you'll sing, "Vee - ta bel - la."
Hearts will play, tip-py - tip - py tay, tip-py - tip - py tay,
like a gay tar - an - tel - la.(Luck-y fel - la.)
When the stars make you drool
just like pas - ta fa - zool,
that's a - mor - é.
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 dream-ing,
Sig - nor - é,
scuz - za me, but you see,
back in old Na - po - li,
that's a - mor - é.
When the moon hits your eye like a big piz - za pie,
that's a - mor - é.
When the world seems to shine
like you've had too much wine,
that's a - mor - é.
Bells will ring, ting-a-ling - a - ling, ting - a - ling - a - ling,
and you'll sing, "Vee - ta bel - la."
Hearts will play, tip-py - tip - py tay, tip-py - tip - py tay,
like a gay tar - an - tel - la. (Luck-y fel - la.)
When the stars make you drool
just like pas - ta fa - zool,
that's a - mor - é.
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 dream-ing,
Sig - nor - é,
scuz - za me, but you see,
back in old Na - po - li,
that's a - mor - é.