Wes:
When there're stars in her eyes 'cause you're a strong handsome guy, That's Amore.

Hobbie:
When you tell her you fly and she's glued to your side,
That's Amore.

Wes:
Girls walk by. . . Oh, my my, oh my my, and I say
"HERE'S YOUR FELLA!"

Hobbie:
Then I say. . .

Wes, interrupting:
Then they start to run away--start to run away
'Cause you really smell-a!

Hobbie:
When the lum hits your face like the coldness of space,
That's Amore.

Wes:
When the world starts to spin 'cause you're kicked in the shin,
You're in love.

Together:
When you dance with a dream, then you realize she's more a
rancor-e. . .
"'Scusa me, but you see, we've been called to a brief!"
No more amore!

Cantina Patrons (in a vain attempt to drown them out):
When there're stars in her eyes 'cause you're a strong handsome guy
That's Amore?

Wes:
That's Amore!

Patrons:
When she's glued to your side 'cause you told her you fly,
That's Amore?

Hobbie:
That's Amore.

Patrons:
Girls walk by.
Then he starts to sigh.
Then he starts to cry,
More like he yells,
"Here's your fella!"
"Here's your fel--here's your fella."

hearts will play
tippy tippy tay
tippy tippy tay
like a gay tarantella
lucky fella

When the stars make you drool just like pasta fazoul, that's amore
(that's amore)
when you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet,
you're in love.

when you walk....
in a dream....
but you know you're not dreaming, signore.
'scusa me, but you see back in old napoli that's amore
(amore)
That's amore!

~asyrseilar
May 22, 2003