With his little mandolin
And a twinkle in his eye
Senorinas 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 mandolin
And a twinkle in his eye
Senorinas 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
Senorinas 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 senorina 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 mandolin
And a twinkle in his eye
Senorinas he can win
Always for another guy
The man who plays the mandolino
