| 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 |