Smoke a cigar while I sing. Go ahead, Mac. It's going to be soundly different, even without a cigar. 11,000, 6-9-4-2-6 In Napoli, where love is king When boy meets girl, here's what they say 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-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling And you'll sing vi-ta-bella Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay Like a guitar andella When the stars make you drool Juicy like a pasta, that's amore 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 Excuse me, but you see Back in old Napoli, that's amore 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-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling And you'll sing vi-ta-bella Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay Like a guitar andella Lucky fella When the stars make you drool Juicy like a pasta, that's amore 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 Excuse me, but you see Back in old Napoli, that's amore Amore, that's amore