| --Spoken:
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| «Hey Jimmy, you know anybody in Miami that can get me a passport
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| Real quick?»
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| «Oh yeah, yeah man. |
| I’ve got a cousin up there. |
| He knows
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| Everthing about everything. |
| Let’s see if I’ve got his number
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| Here somewhere, yeah. |
| No, he works out of a payphone… oh yeah
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| I’ve got it here. |
| Okay. |
| Today’s international investor
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| Whatever that is. |
| Yeah, everybody’s got a cousin in Miami. |
| Here
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| We go.»
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| It was was ninety miles to freedom
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| But they took the risk
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| Though ocean was all motion
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| And the wind was brisk
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| The deadly gunboats never saw them
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| In the pale moonlight
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| They were off to Cayo Hueso
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| By the dawn’s early light
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| The gringo in the garden called the custom’s man
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| They answered all his questions
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| Were allowed to land
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| The ladies shared a hairbrush
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| And their husbands had a Coke
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| And they were taken up to Krome
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| To meet with there kin folk
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| Everybody’s got a cousin in Miami
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| (Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)
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| Everybody understands the impromptu
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| Dancing in the heat to the beat
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| That turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
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| Everybody needs to have a dream come true
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| In a third world jungle
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| Not so far away
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| Lives a natural drummer
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| With a dream to play
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| He’s the brother of the lizard
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| And the flying fish
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| But he’s enchanted by the pictures
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| From the satellite dish
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| So his mama packs his bag
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| Knots his red neck tie
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| Send him north to her relations
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| With a kiss goodbye
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| He’s bewildered by the plane ride
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| And the immigration line
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| Until he sees his Christian name
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| Upon a cardboard sign
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| Everybody’s got a cousin in Miami
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| (Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)
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| Everybody is an aborigine
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| Dancing in the heat to the beat
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| It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
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| Everybody want to win that lottery
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| --Spoken:
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| «And the winning numbers are…7, 6, 5, 3, 7, 9. Uh, close, so
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| Close. |
| History lesson, history lesson.»
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| It’s hard to believe this city started as a trading post
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| Home to the Seminole pirate and pioneer
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| Between the river of grass and the old mosquito coast
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| Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier
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| I am umbilically connected to the temperate zone
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| It brought me life, it brought me love
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| I never have outgrown
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| Brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore
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| And one too many mornings in the Grove drugstore
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| And one way or the other we’re all refugees
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| Livin' out this easy life below the banyan trees
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| Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash
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| We’ve got a style we’ve got a look
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| We’ve got that old panache
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| Everybody’s got a cousin in Miami
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| (Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)
|
| Everybody understands the impromptu
|
| Dancing in the heat to the beat
|
| It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
|
| Everybody needs to have a dream come true
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| --Spoken:
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| «I do, I do. |
| Let’s take it down boys. |
| Down south to those
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| Little latitudes. |
| Ya ya, ya ya. |
| Thank you Robert
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| Everybody’s got a cousin in Miami
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| (Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)
|
| Everybody is an aborigine
|
| Dancing in the heat to the beat
|
| It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
|
| Under the stars in the bars down by the sea
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| Oh me now
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| Everybody’s got a cousin in Miami
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| (Everybody's got a cousin in Miami)
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| Everybody has to have that impromptu
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| --Spoken:
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| «What are we doing now?»
|
| Dancing in the heat to the beat
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| It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh)
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| Everybody needs to have a dream come true
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| --Spoken:
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| «I do. |
| I do. |
| I had this dream the other day. |
| I was down on the
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| Equator. |
| I didn’t know whether I was up or down. |
| I couldn’t
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| Tell the difference. |
| It was hot and we were rockin'. |
| And the
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| Coral Reefers gathered around me and they said: We want a raise
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| Or we’re going to quit. |
| And that’s when I woke up. |
| So play
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| Boys, play.» |