Papa Niccolini

He can mend any tattered shoe, Papa Niccolini

He's your friend anytime you're blue, Papa Niccolini

People send all their troubles to Papa Niccolini

'Cause he trades all their old dreams for new

Children stop at his little shop looking for a penny

Though he's poor still you may be sure he has given many

And I'm told with his heart of gold Papa Niccolini

Will make all of your daydreams come true

Monday, right up 'til Sunday

He's patting and mending old shoes

From Monday right up 'til Sunday

He'll mend all your heartaches and blues

Texas, Texas, what do you walk that way?

My shoes need fixing

Ain't got the dough to pay

You should see old Papa Niccolini

If that's the way you feel

Papa Niccolini knows what to do with a heel

Can he mend any tattered shoe, Papa Niccolini?

He's your friend anytime you're blue, Papa Niccolini

Then I'll send all my troubles to Papa Niccolini

'Cause he trades all your old dreams for new

Children stop at his little shop lookin' for a penny

Though he's poor still you may be sure he has given many

And I'm told with his heart of gold Papa Niccolini

Will make all of your daydreams come true

Patching and mending

Mending and patching

Works from Monday right through Sunday

Who's that?

Papa Niccolini!