Pappa Piccolino - Petula Clark

All over Italy they know his concertina

Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino

He plays so prettily to every signorina

Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Oh listen to the music I hear

Oh.

Poppa Piccolino is near

To win a smile or maybe a tear

Before travelling on

A vagabond who wanders along

A millionaire, but only in song

As though the world

Might really belong to him

This fellow plays a melody so mellow

That everyone keeps shouting «Bello, Bello»

All over Italy they know his concertina

Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino

He plays so prettily to every signorina

Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

No matter what the calendars show

It can’t be spring, and I ought to know

Until I hear him singing «'allo, 'allo I’m here again»

A flower in his battered old hat

And a smile for every doggie and cat

And children get the friendliest pat of all

I’ll give his name so if you ever meet him

Then you will know exactly how to greet him

All over Italy they know his concertina

Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino

He plays so prettily to every signorina

Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Everybody loves Poppa Piccolino.

He has the cutest little monkey to

Collect the lira.

But one day Poppa Piccolino was very sad.

He lost

His concertina, and he couldn’t find it anywhere, and there was no

Music, and everyone was very unhappy.

But the little monkey found it

For him and gave it back to Poppa Piccolino, and now everybody is

Happy again

All over Italy they know his concertina

Poppa Piccolino, Poppa Piccolino

He plays so prettily to every signorina

Poppa Piccolino from sunny Italy

Sunny Italy, Sunny Italy