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 he's 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 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 Senorinas he can win Always for another guy (And while he's 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 (Both) The man who plays the mandolino
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