In Napoli where love i s King,
When boy meets gi rl, here's what they say :
When t he moo n hits your eye l ike a bi g-a p izza pie,
That's amo re;
When the wor ld seems to shin e like you 've had too muc h wine,
That's a - mo re.
Bells will ri ng ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita be lla."
Hearts'll play tippi-tippi-tay, tippi-tippi-tay
Like a gay tarant ella.
When t he sta rs make yo u drool joost-a like pasta f a - zo ol,
That's amo re;
When you d ance down the st reet with a cl oud at your f eet,
You're in lo ve;
When you wa lk in a dream but you kno w you're not dreamin', signore ,
'Scusa me, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amo re.