Writer(s): lyrics: bob hilliard/music: dick miles         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   The planters down in santos all say no no no      The politician's daughter   Was accused of drinking water   And was fined a great big fifty dollar bill   They've got an awful lot of coffee in brazil      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      So your lead to the local color   Serving coffee with a cruller   Dunking doesn't take a lot of skill   They've got an awful lot of coffee in brazil