How I love the kisses of Dolores
  Aye-aye-aye Dolores
  Not Marie or Emily or Doris
  Only my Dolores
  
  >From a balcony above me
  She whispers Love me and throws a rose
  Ah but she is twice as lovely
  As the rose she throws
  
  I would die to be with my Dolores
  Aye-aye-aye Dolores
  I was made to serenade Dolores
  Chorus after chorus
  
  Just imagine eyes like moonrise
  A voice like music, lips like wine
  What a break if I could make Dolores
  Mine all mine.
  
  I would die to be with my Dolores
  Aye-aye-aye Dolores
  I was made to serenade Dolores
  Chorus after chorus
  
  Just imagine eyes like moonrise
  A voice like music, lips like wine
  What a break if I could make Dolores
  Mine all mine