When he starts playing on his fiddle,
I stop short right in the middle.
I’m happy as I can be.
And when I look into those dark eyes,
I can’t hold back all my sweet sighs.
Oy, Mamma, I wish you could only see.
And when he says, “Hey, girl, you’re really
Awfully good and so delightful,”
And then his music slips right in my heart.
I start dancing, I start singing,
Oh, my God, I just start tingling.
I hope that we will never part.
Oy, Mamma, am I in love. (2x)

That klezmer guy, Oh, my dear Mamma,
Is always on my mind.
I cry and laugh and I can’t tell you
If there is rain or shine.
Oy, Mamma, am I in love.
Oy, Mamma, am I in love.
I feel that I could take on the whole world
And make it work for me.
Oy! Oy, Mamma, am I in love.