With his little mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Senoritas 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 he's paid to serenade your lady fair

With his little mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Senoritas 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 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 mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Senoritas he can win
Always for another guy

(And while he's [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
Senoritas he can win
Always for another guy
The man who plays the mandolino