A Very Italian Song

[Short Instrumental Intro: Accordion and Mandolin] [Verse] Oh, the pasta’s al dente, the vino’s divine, Mama’s in the kitchen, with garlic and wine. Papa’s in the piazza, sipping his espresso, Nonna’s stirring sauce, while she hums a bel canto. [Chorus] Viva Italia, land of amore, Where the sun always shines, and there's never a bore, eh? We sing and we dance, with a glass in our hand, In this beautiful, wonderful, Italian land. [Instrumental: Accordion Solo] [Verse 2] We drive little Vespas, through the cobblestone streets, Shouting “Ciao bella!” to everyone we meet. With big hand gestures, we talk with our heart, In the land where pizza is considered fine art. [Chorus] Viva Italia, land of amore, Where the sun always shines, and there's never a bore, eh? We sing and we dance, with a glass in our hand, In this beautiful, wonderful, Italian land. [Bridge] The tower of Pisa, it leans with such grace, While we eat our gelato, with a smile on our face. We play the mandolin, under the Tuscan moon, Singing our serenades, oh what a tune! [Instrumental: Mandolin and Guitar] [Verse 3] We wear our big mustaches, and hats of straw, We speak with our hands, and say “Mamma mia!” with awe. We gather in the piazza, for a game of bocce, In the land of Ferraris, and rich cannoli. [Chorus] Viva Italia, land of amore, Where the sun always shines, and there's never a bore, eh? We sing and we dance, with a glass in our hand, In this beautiful, wonderful, Italian land. [Instrumental: Accordion and Mandolin, Fading to End]