Way down among Brazilians
Coffee beans grow by the billions
So they´ve got to find those extra cups to fill
They´ve got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

You can´t get cherry soda
´cause they´ve got to fill that quota
And the way things are I´ll bet they never will
They´ve got a zillion tons of coffee in Brazil

No tea or tomato juice
You´ll see no potato juice
´cause the planters down in Santos all say "No, no, no"

The politician´s daughter
Was accused of drinkin´ water
And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill
They´ve got an awful lot of coffee in Brazil

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You date a girl and find out later
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why, they could percolate the ocean in Brazil

And when their ham and eggs need savor
Coffee ketchup gives ´em flavor
Coffee pickles way outsell the dill
Why, they put coffee in the coffee in Brazil

No tea, no tomato juice
You´ll see no potato juice
The planters down in Santos all say "No, no, no"