The Man Who Plays The Mandolino

With his little mandolin,
And a twinkle in his eye
Signorinas he can win
Always for another guy
Italians love to sip a cup of cappuccino,
And listen to the man who plays the mandolino
You offer him a cigarette, a glass of vino
That’s how he’s paid to serenade your Lady Fair
With his little mandolin,
And a twinkle in his eye
Signorinas he can win
Always for another guy
He seems like a such a happy man
The man who plays the mandolino
He sings a song of sweet romance
For all the lovers, as they dance
But all he’s holding in his arms
Is just a little mandolino
He has no woman of his own,
So every night he walks alone
With his little mandolin
And a twinkle in his eye
Signorinas he can win
Always for another guy
And while he’s strumming songs of love
The man who plays the mandolino
His eyes are anyway always looking for
A signorina to adore
He drinks a toast to his true love each time he lifts a glass of vino
And so until that lucky day,
He looks for her along the way
With his little mandolin,
And a twinkle in his eye
Signorinas he can win
Always for another guy
The Man With the Mandolino.