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Down in Brazil |
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It takes a day to walk a mile |
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Time just stand still |
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And when the people you meet look at you they smile |
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They still believe in style |
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They serve you with their sambas 'til |
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You really know you're down in ol' Brazil |
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You can tell you're down in ol' Brazil |
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Down in Brazil |
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They've never heard of win or lose |
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If you can't feel |
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Then all those cafe ole girls in high heel shoes |
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will really cure your blues |
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It seems they all just aim to please |
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Those women sway like wind in my banana trees |
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Then you know you're down in ol' Brazil |
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Down in Brazil |
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They know a million ways to play |
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You start to feel |
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And when you're happy |
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It's the same as when you pray |
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You'd think you get away |
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Then you know you never will |
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Now when you've been down in ol' Brazil |
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Now when you are down in ol' Brazil |
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Down in ol' Brazil |
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Down in ol' Brazil |
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Down in ol' Brazil |
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Down in ol' Brazil |
