The Piccolino - Fred Astaire, Ирвинг Берлин

By the Adriatic waters

Venetian sons and daughters

Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars

It was written by a Latin

A gondolier who sat in

His home out in Brooklyn and gazed at the stars

He sent his melody

Across the sea

To Italy

And we know

They wrote some words to fit

That catchy bit

And christened it

The Piccolino

And we know that it’s the reason

Why everyone this season

Is strumming and humming a new melody

Come to the casino

And hear them play the Piccolino

Dance with your bambino

To the strains of the catchy Piccolino

Drink your glass of vino

And when you’ve had your plate of scalopino

Make them play the Piccolino

The catchy Piccolino

And dance to the strains of that new melody

The Piccolino