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About the Song

“That’s Amore” is a song written by Harry Warren and Jack Brooks and popularized by Dean Martin in the 1953 film “The Caddy.” The song is a Neapolitan-style ballad with a catchy melody and romantic lyrics. It has become one of Martin’s signature songs and a classic of American popular music.

That’s Amore is a song about love, specifically the kind of love that is found in Italy. The song’s lyrics are full of Italian phrases and references, such as “amore” (love), “bellissima” (beautiful), and “Venezia” (Venice). The song’s melody is also reminiscent of Italian folk music.

Dean Martin’s performance of That’s Amore is quintessential. His smooth, relaxed vocals perfectly capture the song’s romantic atmosphere. Martin’s delivery is also infused with a sense of humor, which adds to the song’s charm.

That’s Amore has been covered by many other artists, including Frank Sinatra, Jerry Vale, and Connie Francis. However, Dean Martin’s version remains the definitive interpretation. The song is a timeless classic that continues to be enjoyed by people of all ages.

Some interesting facts about the song:

  • The song was originally written for the 1953 film “The Caddy,” starring Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis.
  • The song was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Original Song in 1954.
  • That’s Amore has been used in numerous films and television shows, including “The Sopranos,” “Mad Men,” and “The Simpsons.”
  • The song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 2004.

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Lyrics: That’s Amore

(In Napoli where love is king
When boy meets girl here’s what they say)When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantellaWhen the stars make you drool just like a pasta e fasule
That’s amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreaming, signore
Scusa mi, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amoreWhen the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That’s amore (That’s amore)
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
That’s amore (That’s amore)
Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
And you’ll sing “Vita bella” (Vita bell—Vita bella)
Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
Like a gay tarantella (lucky fella)When the stars make you drool just like a pasta e fasule
That’s amore (That’s amore)
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet
You’re in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreaming, signore
Scusa mi, but you see, back in old Napoli
That’s amore (amore)
That’s amore

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