When the Pope gets your eye
With a big pizza pie, that's amore
When the world seems to shine
Like you're into the Wine, that's amore.
. . .
When you walk in a dream
And you know he's not just "Monsignore";
'Scusa me, but you see
Back in old Napoli, that's amore...
Find the Pope in the Pizza.
I like it. I can hear the Mandolins as my Gondolier moves us forward on the Southbound Canal. Dean Martin is the name that pops up when I hear that song.