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An old sailor in old time sing an old song |
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Rolling down to the Rio by the sea |
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A young sailor in these times would sing a new song |
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Flying down to Rio, come with me |
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Where the lovely Brazilian ladies |
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Will catch you ride |
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By the light of the million stars |
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In the evening sky |
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My Rio Rio by the sea-o |
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Flying down to Rio where there's rhythm and rhyme |
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Hey feller twirl that old propeller |
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Got to get to Rio and we've got to make time |
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You'll love it, soaring high above it |
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Looking down on Rio from a heaven of blue |
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Send a radio to Rio De Janeiro with a big hello |
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Just so they'll know and stand by there, we'll fly there |
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Oh Rio, everything will be okay |
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We're singing and winging our way to you |
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You'll love it, soaring high above it |
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Looking down on Rio from a heaven of blue |
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Send a radio to Rio De Janeiro with a big hello |
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Just so they'll know and stand by there, we'll fly there |
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Oh Rio, everything will be okay |
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We're singing and winging our way to you |
