| When I was no more than a boy,
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| Back then my hair was in style,
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| Two hundred women fell in love
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| After they saw my charming smile.
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| I did the mamba in Monaco,
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| I did the samba in Havana,
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| I belly danced in Istanbul
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| To songs by Abba and Nirvana.
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| This magic tango
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| Reminds of champaign in Bangkok,
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| Romantic nights in Casablanca
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| And trasvist nights in Ho Chi Minh.
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| That life was stronger
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| And prophylactics lasted longer
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| And making love was such a fun
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| When I was cool, when I was young.
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| Night in Havana cabaret…
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| Bikini, mini, smoking, sweat…
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| This tango beautiful like dream
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| Was softly played by Grateful Dead…
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| I got so drunk I sank my boat,
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| It couldn’t spoil my happy smile,
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| I swam from Moscow to New York
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| Five hundred thousand square miles… |