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 father of frivolity      Mere folks who give distraction are we   Yes and give attraction are we, oh, shut up, San   But just a crazy group, that never seeks to soup   Around a pack of little on a leash   Well, here we go, back to the home country again      We open in Venice, we next play Verona   Then on to Cremona, lots of laughs in Cremona, eh boys   Our next jump in Parma, that dopy mopie menace   And Mantua and Padua and then we open again, where?      We open in Venice, we next play Verona   Then on to Cremona, lots of bars in Cremona   Our next jump is Parma, that tearless fearless menace   And Mantua and 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 ingie pingie menace   Then Mantua, then Padua and then we open again, where?      We open in Venice, we next play Verona   Then on to Cremona, lots of players in Cremona   Our next jump in Parma, that heartless artless menace   Then Mantua, then Padua, the we open again, where?      Oh, let me see now, I got a map, let's pick out someplace   Well, just don't dicado back on the line now   Oh, let's take the first canyon out of here   As a matter fact if we hurry we can beat the sack   For the chef's out there waiting for us   Goodbye boys, gida, gida, gida