| When the moon hangs low in Napoli, there’s a handsome gondolier
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| Every night he sings so happily, so his lady love can hear
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| In a manner oh gravissimo, he repeats his serenade
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| And his heart beats so fortissimo, when she raises her Venetian shade
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| Ciribiribin, chiribiribin, ciribiribin
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| Ciribiribin, he waits for her each night beneath her balcony
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| Ciribiribin, he begs to hold her tight, but no, she won’t agree
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| Ciribiribin, she throws a rose and blows a kiss from up above
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| Ciribiribin, ciribiribin, ciribiribin, they’re so in love
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| (musical interlude)
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| Ciribiribin, ciribiribin, ciribiribin, they’re so in love |