Papa Niccolini (The Happy Cobbler) Lyrics

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 till Sunday
He's patting and mending old shoes
From Monday right up till Sunday
Heâll mend all your heartaches and blues

Texas, Texas, what do you walk that way?

My shoes need fixinâ,
Ain't got the dope 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 Iâll send all my troubles to Papa Niccolini

'Cause he trades all your old dreams for new

Children stop at his little shop lookinâ 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

Whoâs that?

MOD: Papa Niccolini!