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By the Adriatic waters Venetian sons and daughters
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Are strumming a new tune upon their guitars.
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It was written by a Latin, a gondolier who sat in
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His home out in Brooklyn and gazed at the stars.
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He sent his melody across the sea to Italy,
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And we know they wrote some words to fit that catchy bit
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And christened it the Piccolino.
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And we know that it's the reason why
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Ev'ryone this season is strumming and humming a new melody.
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Come to the Casino and hear them play the Piccolino.
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Dance with your bambino to the strains of the catchy Piccolino.
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Drink your glass of Vino, and when you've had your plate of Scallopino,
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Make them play the Piccolino, the catchy Piccolino.
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And dance to the strains of that new melody, the Piccolino.
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Piccolino
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| Fred Astaire |
