Poppa Piccolino

All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino,
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Oh listen to the music I hear
Oh. Poppa Piccolino is near
To win a smile or maybe a tear
Before travelling on

A vagabond who wanders along
A millionaire, but only in song
As though the world
Might really belong to him

This fellow plays a melody so mellow
That everyone keeps shouting "Bello, Bello"

All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino,
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

No matter what the calendars show
It can't be spring, and I ought to know
Until I hear him singing "'allo, `allo I'm here again"

A flower in his battered old hat
And a smile for every doggie and cat
And children get the friendliest pat of all

I'll give his name so if you ever meet him
Then you will know exactly how to greet him

All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino,
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Everybody loves Poppa Piccolino. He has the cutest little monkey to
collect the lira. But one day Poppa Piccolino was very sad. He lost
his concertina, and he couldn't find it anywhere, and there was no
music, and everyone was very unhappy. But the little monkey found it
for him and gave it back to Poppa Piccolino, and now everybody is
happy again.

All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino,
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy
Sunny Italy, Sunny Italy.