Frank Sinatra Ciribiribin
When the moon hangs low in Napoli, there's a handsome
gondolier,
Every night he sings so happily, so his lady love can
hear.
In a manner oh gravissimo, he repeats his serenade,
And his heart beats so fortissimo, when she raises her
Venetian shade.
Ciribiribin, chiribiribin, ciribiribin.
Ciribiribin, he waits for her each night beneath her
balcony.
Ciribiribin, he begs to hold her tight, but no, she
won't agree.
Ciribiribin, she throws a rose and blows a kiss from up
above,
Ciribiribin, ciribiribin, ciribiribin, they're so in
love.
(musical interlude)
Ciribiribin, ciribiribin, ciribiribin, they're so in
love.
