For Tam Dimairo:
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
That's amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you'll sing "Vita bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella
Becomes:
When Tam passes you by, you'll just look to the sky
That's Dimairo
When the cross flies right in, from out wide on the wing
That's Dimairo
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you will sing "Tam est bella"
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Number 32 is our fella.
(or something)