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With his little mandolin, 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
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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 mandolin
He has no woman of his own, so every night he walks alone
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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
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