| M aybe someday you’ll come
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| To the village I’m from
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| Right by the bay of beautiful Napoli
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| Where each Saturday night
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| As the vino takes flight
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| We sing and dance and love of life is free
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| Giorgio plays the guitar
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| Sandro the mandolin
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| And me I dance and bang on the tambourine
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| But when Gigi appears
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| The hurrahs and the cheers
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| Come from the crowd as he begins to sing
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| And in between each song
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| They shout and sing out strong
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| We love you
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| Gigi l’Amoroso
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| The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire
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| Gigi l’Amoroso
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| If you only knew what you make us do
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| With your songs of desire
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| For each and every one his favourite song
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| Volare, Come Prima, Ö Sole Mio
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| Everyone loved Gigi
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| The baker’s wife would leave her shop just to hear him sing
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| The notary’s wife who was a saint blessed him and made the sign of the cross
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| every time
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| He opened his mouth, and the widow, the young one
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| Tore her wigs to shreds and put on fancy lace
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| And on and on, everyone loved Gigi
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| Even me, even me, but
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| Came a lady one day
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| Rich as all USA
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| Who told him Hollywood wasn’t very far
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| Oh ! |
| he liked what he heard
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| And believed every word
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| Like Valentino he’d become a star
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| We were all at the boat
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| With a lump in our throat
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| To wish him well and show him how much we cared
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| Everyone in the crowd were all openly proud
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| He’d made it now beyond the village square
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| And when he said Goodbye
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| We all began to cry
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| We love you
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| Gigi l’Amoroso
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| The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire
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| Gigi l’Amoroso
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| If you only knew what you make us do
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| With your songs of desire
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| Arrivederci, Gigi, much success
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| The tears you see are tears of happiness
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| Gigi…
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| We stayed 'till the boat was out of sight
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| And we all returned to the village, but
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| It wasn’t the same after he left
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| Everything seemed different
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| The baker’s wife refused to light the oven
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| The notary’s wife, wouldn’t even talk to her husband
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| She just kept counting her beads
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| And the widow, the young one, cried and went into mourning for a second time
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| And me…
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| Many days have gone by
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| Oh the years how they fly
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| The fountain even cried we all missed him so
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| Not a word, not a sign
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| My heart measured the time
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| Oh Gigi, Gigi why did you have to go?
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| Our performance went on
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| But the spirit was gone
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| Each song we sang was only a memory
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| At the end of our show
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| As the silence would grow
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| Each night I’d hear his haunting melody
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| If you only knew
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| What you make us do
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| With your songs of desire
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| Gigi…
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| Gigi !?
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| Is that you in the shadow?
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| It is you Gigi
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| Come closer!
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| Oh let me look at you
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| You are crying? |
| But why are you crying?
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| Oh ! |
| l’American !
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| Now I understand
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| What do they know except Rock and Roll and «Baby, Baby, Baby»
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| That’s not for you, you are Giuseppe, Fabrizio, Luca Santini
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| And you are Napoletano !
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| Listen Gigi, listen… that’s Giorgio playing
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| And that, that’s Sandro’s mandolin
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| Wait, Gigi, wait !
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| I’ll get my tambourine
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| Wait, you can’t leave like that !
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| This is your home!
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| Listen… you hear them Gigi?
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| The whole town is coming !
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| They want you to sing Gigi !
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| To sing for them
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| They love you Gigi, everybody loves you
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| Sing Gigi ! |
| Canta ! |
| Bravo !!! |
| Bravo !
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| Carmella, Carmella Carmella lo sai che é arrivato Gigi Cesarina
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| Cesarina scendi è arrivato Gigi da Hollywood ! |
| Ma se te lo dico io che é
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| arrivato scendi no
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| Guaglione, guaglione guaglione corri va a dire a zio Gennaro Che é arrivato lo
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| zio Gigi dall’AmericaBravo !
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| To each and everyone his favourite song
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| Volare, Come Prima, Ô Sole Mio
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| We love you Gigi l’Amoroso
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| The greatest Italian lover since man discovered fire
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| Gigi l’Amoros
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| If you only knew what you make us do
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| With your songs of desire
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| To each and everyone his favourite song
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| Volare, Come Prima, Ô Sole Mio
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| We love you Gigi l’Amoroso… |