| Am | F |
| In Napoli where love is k | ing |
| C | |
| When boy meets g | irl |
| E | E7 | A | |
| Here's what they s | ay |
| A | |
| When the m | oon hits your eye like a big pizza pie |
| E7 | |
| That’s am | ore (That’s amore) |
| E7 | |
| When the w | orld seems to shine like you've had too much wine |
| A | |
| That’s am | ore (That’s amore) |
| A | |
| Bells will r | ing ting-a-ling-aling, ting-a-ling-aling |
| E7 | |
| And you'll sing, "Vita b | ella!" |
| A | |
| Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay, like a gay tarant | ella |
| A | |
| When the st | ars make you drool just like a pasta fazool |
| E7 | |
| That’s am | ore (That’s amore) |
| E7 | |
| When you d | ance down the street with a cloud at your feet |
| A | |
| You're in l | ove |
| D | A | |
| When you w | alk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming sign | ore |
| E7 | |
| Scuzza m | e, but you see, back in old Napoli |
| A | |
| That’s am | ore |
