That’s Amore
That’s Amore (1952), music by Harry Warren, lyrics by Jack Brooks, became a wildly popular hit for Dean Martin in 1953. No one who was of an age to listen to the radio in 1953 can ever forget this song, however much he might want to. To hear Dean Martin’s rendition, click here.
Original lyrics
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Added verses
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In Napoli where love is king,
When boy meets girl here’s what they say.
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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 “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella.
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When the moon hits your ear like a bucket of beer,
That’s baloney;
When your life feels so deep that you’re falling asleep,
That’s baloney.
Bells will chime, have-you-got-the-time, can-you-spare-a-dime,
And you’ll add macaroni
To a pot with a lot that you got
To make hot minestrone.
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When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool,
That’s amore;
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet,
You’re in love.
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore!
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore.
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When you’re sick in the head and you take to your bed,
That’s neurosis;
When you crouch in your hut with a pain in your gut,
You’ve got gas.
When your heart skips a beat and you drop in the street,
That’s thrombosis!
When you go for a ride on the Upper East Side,
Halitosis!
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When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool,
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 –
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli,
That’s amore!
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When the stars make you pee like retsina and brie,
Indigestion;
When a fresh matzo ball tastes like nothing at all,
Oi gevalt!
Should you tear out your hair or eat a chocolate éclair?
What a question!
When you feel with your heel that you’ve stepped on an eel,
That’s a moray!
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That’s Amore
That’s Amore
That’s Amore (1952), music by Harry Warren, lyrics by Jack Brooks, became a wildly popular hit for Dean Martin in 1953. No one who was of an age to listen to the radio in 1953 can ever forget this song, however much he might want to. To hear Dean Martin’s rendition, click here.
Original lyrics
Added verses
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 “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella.
When the moon hits your ear like a bucket of beer,
That’s baloney;
When your life feels so deep that you’re falling asleep,
That’s baloney.
Bells will chime, have-you-got-the-time, can-you-spare-a-dime,
And you’ll add macaroni
To a pot with a lot that you got
To make hot minestrone.
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool,
That’s amore;
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet,
You’re in love.
When you walk down in a dream but you know you’re not
Dreaming signore!
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore.
When you’re sick in the head and you take to your bed,
That’s neurosis;
When you crouch in your hut with a pain in your gut,
You’ve got gas.
When your heart skips a beat and you drop in the street,
That’s thrombosis!
When you go for a ride on the Upper East Side,
Halitosis!
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool,
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 –
Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli,
That’s amore!
When the stars make you pee like retsina and brie,
Indigestion;
When a fresh matzo ball tastes like nothing at all,
Oi gevalt!
Should you tear out your hair or eat a chocolate éclair?
What a question!
When you feel with your heel that you’ve stepped on an eel,
That’s a moray!