The Piccolino

By the Adriatic waters
 Venetian sons and daughters
 Are [bad word] a new tune
 Upon their guitars

 It was written by a Latin
 gondolier who sat in
 His home out in Brooklyn
 And gazed at the stars

 He sent his melody
 Across the sea to Italy
 And we know they wrote some words
 To fit that catchy bit
 And christened it, The Piccolino

 And we know that it's the reason why
 Everyone this season
 Is [bad word] and humming
 new melody

 [bad word] to the Casino
 And hear them play the Piccolino
 Dance with your bambino
 To the strains of the catchy Piccolino
 Drink your glass of Vino
 And when you've had your plate of Scallopino

 Make them play the Piccolino
 The catchy Piccolino
 And dance to the strains
 Of that new melody
 The Piccolino