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My Rio, Rio by the Sea-o,
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Flying down to Rio where there's rhythm and rhyme.
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Hey feller, twirl that old propeller,
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Got to get to Rio and we've got to make time.
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You'll love it, soaring high above it,
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Looking down on Rio from a heaven of blue.
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Send a radio to Rio de Janeiro,
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With a big hello just so they'll know and stand by there,
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We'll fly there.
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Hey, Rio, ev'rything will be okay,
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We're singing and winging our way to you.
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Flying Down To Rio
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| Fred Astaire |
