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 folderol frivolity Mere folks who give distraction are we No, Theater Guild attraction are we (oh shut up Sam) But just a crazy group That never ceases to troop Around a map of little Italy 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, hoy boy Our next jump in Parma That dopey, mopey menace Then Mantua then Padua 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 in Parma That beer-less, cheerless menace Then 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 dingy's, mingie menace Then Mantua then Padua And we open again Where? We open in Venice We next play Verona Then on to Cremona Lots of quail in Cremona, ha! Our next jump in Parma That heartless, artless menace Then Mantua, then Padua Then we open again Where? (Oh) well let me see now, (now) I got a map, let's pick out someplace Yeah, well just don't take it too far down the line there Oh, well let's take the first canyon outta here! Matter of fact, if we hurry we can beat the tab (yeah!) Cause the chef's out there waiting for us (yes, get out) Goodbye boys, (get out, get out, get out, get out)