| I’ve sailed away from this old shore
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| Told you I’d be back no more
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| I was going to Malaya and Siam
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| Many places have I been
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| Many peoples have I seen
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| But my heart has led me home
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| And here I am
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| Oh Senorita, who’s that man beneath your window?
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| Singing softly while he’s plays his small guitar
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| Senorita don’t you listen to his love songs
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| Curling upwards like the smoke from his cigar
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| I promise no more will I roam
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| Now my heart has founds its home
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| And no more will I explore the seven seas
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| Tropic Island in the Sun
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| Coconuts there by the ton
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| But there’s just one place where I can feel at ease
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| Oh Senorita, who’s that man beneath your window?
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| Singing softly while he’s plays his small guitar
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| Senorita don’t you listen to his love songs
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| Curling upwards like the smoke from his cigar
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| Why don’t you send your friend away?
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| I can recommend this day in a country
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| Where they’d love to hear his song
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| I’ve got a feeling he’d go well
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| In a Siamese hotel
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| Serenading lovely ladies in sarong
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| Oh Senorita, who’s that man beneath your window?
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| Singing softly while he’s plays his small guitar
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| Senorita don’t you listen to his love songs
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| Curling upwards like the smoke from his cigar
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| Oh Senorita, who’s that man beneath your window?
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| Singing softly while he’s plays his small guitar
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| Senorita don’t you listen to his love songs
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| Umm, curling upwards like the smoke from his cigar |