Irving Berlin
The Piccolino
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

The Piccolino

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