| Sitting in the sun waiting for a senorita to show,
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| He just playing melodies from Spain and Mexico,
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| Soft wind blowing the smell of sweet roses to, each and every one,
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| Happy to be on an island in the sun,
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| Mothers with their children waiting in the cool of the shade,
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| And thirsty be por coming from the fields to drink, tea and lemonade,
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| Old man urging, his days going, his, working days done,
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| He’s happy to be on an island in the sun,
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| All the stars come out and shine so bright,
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| It’s so romantic to be in that moon leads paradise,
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| Love is going to shine a welcoming light when I,
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| Looking to the eyes of the senorita tonight,
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| Sitting in the sun waiting for a senorita to show,
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| He just playing melodies from Spain and Mexico,
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| Soft wind blowing the smell of sweet roses to, each and every one,
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| Happy to be on an island in the sun,
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| Happy to be on an island in the sun,
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| La la la la la la… |