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

Ev'ryone 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 Scallopino,

Make them play the Piccolino, the catchy Piccolino.

And dance to the strains of that new melody, the Piccolino