The Triche, Trache (The Tree-Kay, Trah-Kay) Songtext
von Dean Martin

The tricche tracche, the tricche tracche
Antonino, he can play the tricche tracche

′Cross the sea in Italy, there's somethin′ cookin'
Antonino's all the rage-a, he′s-a good lookin′
When he plays his tricche tracche Italiano
All the people start to bop Americano

He's the rhythm man and everybody′s idol
At Amorי he would surely win-a the title
He gets all the signorini prima classי
And a-just-a because he plays a tricche tracche

Antonino he can play the mandolino
And he also plays the sweetest violino
On his instrument, he plays the roll 'n′ rocky
E com'ט si bello when he plays the tricche tracche
(The tricche tracche)


Everybody gathers r′ound this happy fella
You should see them when they rock the tarantella
If you wonder why this Antonin' is cocky
He's the only one that has a tricche tracche

Antonino, he can play the mandolino
And he also plays the sweetest violino
On his instrument, he plays the roll ′n′ rocky
E com'ט si bello when he plays the tricche tracche
(The tricche tracche)

He′s the reason why there's always sunny weather
Antonino plays the bouncy hits together
Even though they like the crazy roll ′n' rocky
He′s the only one that plays
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
How they love him when he plays
(La-la-la-la-la-la-la)
He's the only one that plays the tricche tracche