The naughty lady of shady lane had hit the town like a bomb The back fence gossips ain't been this good since Mabel ran off with Tom Our town was peaceful
Volare, oh oh Cantare, oh oh oh oh Let's fly way up to the clouds Away from the maddening crowds We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of Where
With his little mandolino And a twinkle in his eye Senorinas he can win Always for another guy Italians love to sip a cup of cappuccino And listen to
voo (Both) Relax, relax, relax, relax-ay-voo (Dean) You're as tight as a drum (Line) You're as gay as a tune (Dean) You better loosen up chum (Dean)
When Paul Revere went riding while the stars were burning bright It was all it was all it was all in a night's work When Edison stayed up so late he