The Piccolino Lyrics
The Piccolino - Fred Astaire
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