| There’s a song in the air,
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| But the fair senorita
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| doesn’t seem to care
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| for the song in the air.
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| So I’ll sing to my mule
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| if you’re sure she won’t think that
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| I am just a fool
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| serenading a mule.
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| Amigo mio, does she not have a dainty bray?
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| She listens carefully to each little word we play.
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| La bella Senorita?
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| Si, si, mi muchachito,
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| She’d love to sing it too if only she knew the way.
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| But try as she may,
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| in her voice there’s a flaw!
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| And all that the lady can say
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| is «E-E-AW!»
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| There’s a light in her eye,
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| Tho' she may try to hide it,
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| She cannot deny,
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| there’s a light in her eye.
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| Oh! |
| the charm of her smile
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| so beguiles all who see her
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| that they’d ride a mile
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| for the charm of her smile.
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| Amigo mio, is she listenin' to my song?
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| No, no, mi muchachito, how could you be so wrong?
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| La bella Senorita?
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| Si, Si, la senorita,
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| If she knew all the words,
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| Well, maybe she’d sing along. |
| ..
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| Her face is a dream
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| like an angel I saw!
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| But all that my darlin' can scream
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| is: «E-E-AW!»
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| Senorita donkey sita, not so fleet as a mosquito,
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| but so sweet like my Chiquita,
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| you’re the one for me.
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| You’re. |
| .. the one. |
| .. for me!
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| Music by Rudolf Friml and Herbert Stothart,
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| with lyrics by Robert Wright and George Forest, 1937 |