Lyrics:

(Bob Hilliard, Dick Milles) [Recorded December 20, 1960, Los Angeles] 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 [instrumental break] 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'<<< So you'll add to the local color Serving coffee with a cruller Dunkin' doesn't take a lot of skill They've got an awful lot of coffee An awful lot of coffee Man, they got a gang of coffee in Brazil!!