Fred Astaire - The Piccolino | Текст песни

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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 Scallopino

Make them play the Piccolino
The catchy Piccolino
And dance to the strains
Of that new melody
The Piccolino

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