With his little mandolino

And a twinkle in his eye

Senorinas he can win

Always for another guy



Italians love to sip a cup of cappuccino

And listen to the man who plays the mandolino

You offer him a cigarette a glass of wine

That's how he's paid to serenade your lady fair



With his little mandolino

And a twinkle in his eye

Senorinas he can win

Always for another guy



He seems like such a happy man

The man who plays the mandolino

He sings a song of sweet romance for all the lovers as they dance

But all he's holding in his arms is just a little mandolino

He has no woman of his own so every night he walks alone



With his little mandolino

And a twinkle in his eye

Senorinas he can win

Always for another guy



(And while he's strumming songs of love the man who plays the mandolino)

(His eyes are always looking for a senorina to adore)

He drinks a toast to his true love each time he lifts a glass of vino

And so until that lucky day he looks for her along the way



With his little mandolino

And a twinkle in his eye

Senorinas he can win

Always for another guy

(Both) The man who plays the mandolino