| There’s a Harlem band way down in San Domingo
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| A very talented group
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| They kicked them off a sloop
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| Even though the band can’t understand their lingo
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| They’re never down in the dumps
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| 'Cause when the drummer boy thumps
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| The rhumba jumps
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| «Hep hep», they hollered
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| The moment they landed,
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| «We've got a Rhumba the king once commanded»
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| Then they passed the gin
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| And started in to play
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| The way they learned to play
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| Back in the USA
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| Now they’re on the air in San Domingo
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| Slappin' it up,
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| And the dudes declare those Harlem boys are
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| Wrappin' it up
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| Folks in every land tune in on San Domingo
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| They’re never down in the dumps
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| 'Cause when the drummer boy thumps
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| The rhumba jumps
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| 'Hep hep", they holler,
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| «Stay right in your villa,
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| We’re on the air for a brand of vanilla
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| If you wanna dance
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| And wanna dance in style
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| You better turn your dial
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| To San Domingo Isle
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| And when you hear 'Ay-ay, hi-dee-ay-ay'
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| You know the reason why
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| The rhumba jumps!»
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| Hello there, Texas, whatcha say?
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| Whatcha doin' back here in the USA?
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| (Tex Beneke)
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| Well, Santo Domingo just wouldn’t let me be
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| So I ran out on my visa 'fore it ran out on me
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| But when I ran I was no chump
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| I shanghaied the drummer
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| The guy that made the rhumba jump |