Poppa Piccolino Lyrics

All over Italy they know his concertina
Papa Piccolino, Papa Piccolino
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Papa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Oh, listen to the music I hear
Oh, Papa Piccolino is near
To win a smile or maybe a tear
Before traveling on
A vagabond who wanders along
A millionaire, but only in song
As though the world might really belong to him

Oh, this fellow plays a melody so mellow
That everyone keeps shouting "Bello! Bello!"

All over Italy they know his concertina
Papa Piccolino, Papa Piccolino
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Papa Piccolino from sunny Italy

No matter what the calendar show
It can′t be spring, and I ought to know
Until I hear him singing "Hello, hello, I'm here again"
A flower in his battered old hat
A smile for every doggie and cat
And children get the friendliest pat of all

Now I′ll give his name so if you ever meet him
Oh, then you will know exactly how to greet him
Here he comes, Papa Piccolino!

All over Italy they know his concertina
Papa Piccolino, Papa Piccolino
He plays so prettily to every signorina
Papa Piccolino from sunny Italy

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