All over Italy they know his concertina
Poppa Piccolino
Poppa Piccolino
He play so prettily to ev'ry 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 traveling on

A vagabond who wanders along
A millionare - 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 play so prettily to ev'ry signorina
Poppa Piccolino
From sunny Italy

No matter what the calendar show
It can't be spring and I ought to know
Until I hear him singing - hello, hello
I'm here again

A flower in his battered old hat
And a smile for every doggie and chat
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 play so prettily to ev'ry signorina
Poppa Piccolino
From sunny Italy

Everybody loves Poppa Piccolino
He has the cutest lttle 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 lttle 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 Piccolono
He play so prettily to ev'ry signorina
Poppa Piccolino
From sunny Italy
Sunny Italy
Sunny Italy
Goodbye Poppa Piccolino


