The Man Who Plays the Mandolino (Guaglione) - Dean Martin

With his little mandolin,

And a twinkle in his eye

Signorinas 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 vino

That’s how he’s paid to serenade your Lady Fair

With his little mandolin,

And a twinkle in his eye

Signorinas he can win

Always for another guy

He seems like a 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 mandolin

And a twinkle in his eye

Signorinas he can win

Always for another guy

And while he’s strumming songs of love

The man who plays the mandolino

His eyes are anyway always looking for

A signorina 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 mandolin,

And a twinkle in his eye

Signorinas he can win

Always for another guy

The Man With the Mandolino.