Dean Martin - The Man Who Plays the Mandolino lyrics

With his little mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Signorinas 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 vino
That's how he's paid to
Serenade your lady fair

With his little mandolino
And a twinkle in his eye
Signorinas 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
Signorinas 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 signorina 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
Signorinas he can win always for another guy
The man with the mandolino