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



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 scalopino

Make them play the Piccolino

The catchy Piccolino

And dance to the strains of that new melody

The Piccolino