A troupe of strolling players are we
Not stars like L. B. Mayer's, are we
But just a simple band who roams about the land
Dispensing further of frivolity
Mere folks who give distraction are we
New theater give attraction are we
Oh shut up, Sam!
But just a crazy group, that never ceases to troupe
Around the map of little Italy
Well, here we go, back to the home country again

We open in Venice, we next play Verona, then onto Cremona
Lots of laughs in Cremona, eh boys
Our next jump in Parma, that dopy mopie menace
And Mantua and Padua, then we open again, where?
We open in Venice, we next play Verona, then onto Cremona
Lots of bars in Cremona
Our next jump is Parma, that fearless cheerless menace
And Mantua, then Padua, then we open again, where?

We open in Venice, we next play Verona, then on to Cremona
Lots of money in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma, that's dingy smingy menace
Then Mantua, then Padua, and then we open again, where?

We open in Venice, we next play Verona, then onto Cremona
Lots of quail in Cremona
Our next jump in Parma, that heartless artless menace
Then Mantua, then Padua, then we open again, where?
Oh, let me see now, I got a map, let's pick out someplace
Well just don't go to far from the line now, oh let's take the first canyon out of here
As a matter fact if we hurry we can beat the tab, for the sheriff's out there waiting for us
Goodbye boys
Get out
Get out
Get out
Get out