When the moon hits your eye
When the world seems to shine
like you've had too much wine,
Bells will ring, ting -a -ling -a -ling,
and you'll sing vi -ta -ve -la.
Hearts will play, ti -pe -ti -pe -te,
like a guitar and tell -er.
When the stars make you drool,
When you dance down the street,
with a cloud at your feet,
When you walk in a dream,
but you know you're not dreaming,
but you see back in old Napoli,
And the moon hits your eye
like a big pinch of pine.
When the world seems to shy
like you've had too much wine.
Bells will ring, ting -a -ling -a -ling,
and you'll sing vita bellissimo.
Hearts will play, tippity -pity, tippity -pity,
like a gay tarantella. Lucky fella,
when the stars make you drool,
When you dance down the street
with a clown at your feet,
When you walk in a dream,
but you know you're not dreaming,