| I thought I’d dilly-dally
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| So I was strollin' down Tin Can Alley
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| By a street market place, I came face-to-face
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| With an angel down in Harlem
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| Adios (Adios) senorita
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| Adios (Adios) bonita, mamacita
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| Because I’ve got to be strong
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| 'Cause I’ve got to get on home
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| To my sweet one, my sweet little darling
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| Oh, but suddenly we started to meringuein'
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| To the rhythm of those garbage tops just bangin'
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| Someone yelled out, «Fresh bananas» to a distant bongo drum
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| And we danced, Lord, we danced, until the darkness hit the sun
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| And her tears fell like rain
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| When she saw me get on the train
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| Leavin' Spanish Harlem
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| But I cried out adios (Adios) senorita
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| Adios (Adios) bonita, mamacita
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| Gotta get home, Lord, now
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| (Adios) Adi, Adios
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| (Adios)
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| Missed the A-Train
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| Because my baby’s waiting for me, Mr. A-Train
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| You see, my roof is kinda leakin'
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| And it’s lookin' just like rain
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| And my supper’s on the table
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| And she’s on that windowpane
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| Adios (Adios) senorita
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| Adios (Adios) bonita, mamacita
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| Maybe mañana but not today
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| I got to see my baby, Lord, I got to be on my way (Adios)
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| Hasta la vista (Adios), senorita (Adios) |