My ship that sailed to Napoli, to the wonderland of melody, And when I listened to a fisherman, the song came to me strangely. I heard Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano, Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano, Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano Under palm trees and lemons, between grapes and melons, Hey Mambo, that has never happened before, Hey Mambo, they dance around their lives, Hey Mambo, they want to give us rhythm. It's the old mandolin, you sit by the ropes, red as a wine, all alone, because no one wants to climb the cliff. To hear about love and amore, because people swear to the rhythm of Havana, Puerto Rico and Panama. Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano, Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano, Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano Under southern Italian stars, you can easily learn Mambo. Mambo Italiano Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano It's the old mandolin, you sit by the ropes, red as a wine, all alone, because no one wants to climb the cliff. To hear about love and amore, because people swear to the rhythm of Havana, Puerto Rico and Panama. Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano, Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano, Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano Under southern Italian stars, you can easily learn Mambo. Italiano, Italiano, Italiano
