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