| Am | Dm | |
| In Napoli where love is | king, |
| Am | E | |
| when boy meets | girl here's what they | say) : |
| A | |
| When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie, |
| E | |
| That's am | ore, |
| When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, |
| A | |
| That's am | ore. |
| Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling, and you'll sing |
| E | |
| "Vita b | ella", |
| Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay, like a gay |
| A | |
| Tarant | ella. |
| When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool, |
| E | |
| That's am | ore. |
| When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, |
| C# | F# | |
| You're in | love. |
| Bm | |
| When you | walk in a dream, |
| A | |
| But you know you're not dreaming sign | ore, |
| E | A | |
| Scuzza | me, but you see, back in old Napoli that's am | ore. |
| A | |
| When the | moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie, |
| E | |
| That's am | ore - That's amore ! |
| When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine, |
| A | |
| That's am | ore - That's amore ! |
| Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling, |
| E | |
| And you'll sing "Vita b | ella", |
| Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay |
| A | |
| Like a gay tarant | ella - Lucky Fella ! |