The Man Who Plays The Mandolino Lyrics
The Man Who Plays The Mandolino - Dean Martin (迪安·马丁)
With his little mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Senorinas 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 wine
That's how his paid to serenade your lady fair
With his little mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Senorinas he can win
Always for another guy
He seems like 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 his 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 mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Senorinas he can win
Always for another guy
（And while his strumming songs of
Love the man who plays the mandolino）
（His eyes are always looking
For a senorina 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 mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Senorinas he can win
Always for another guy
The man who plays the mandolino