Lyrics:

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 fol-de-rol frivolity
Mere folk who give distraction are we
No Theater Guild attraction are we
But just a crazy group
That never ceases to troop
Around the map of little Italy

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lotsa laughs in Cremona
Our next jump is Parma
That stingy, dingy menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again, where?

We open in Venice
We next play Verona
Then on to Cremona
Lotsa quail in Cremona
Our next jump is Parma
That heartless, tartless menace
Then Mantua, then Padua
Then we open again, where?
In Venice!