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Is it the gray or the rain or the bright red poncho

On the man selling oranges in the street below

From a horse-drawn cart he’s calling out to the people

Got a cart full of oranges and a red poncho

So who is the seller, did he come from the country

Is he nice to the pony, does he smile at his wife

In the rain is he wishing for a green umbrella

And a roll of tobacco and a rich man’s life

Give me a rich man’s life with a green umbrella,

And a roll of tobacco and a rich man’s fun

Give me a rich man’s life with the sharp black edges,

And the clean white columns rising up to the sun

(to the sun, to the sun, to the sun, up to the sun)

Is it the gray or the rain or the man and his pony

Makes me watch from the terrace through the wine in the glass

He’s calling out to the people from the bright red poncho

While the soft rain dances where the rich men pass

He’s calling out to the people, 'Come and try my oranges

Try the sweet sweet orange' pulling out his knife

He cuts a slice of the orange, reaches out to the lady

With the blue shoe buckles and a rich man’s life

Give me a rich man’s life with a green umbrella,

And a roll of tobacco and a rich man’s fun

Give me a rich man’s life with the sharp black edges,

And the clean white columns rising up to the sun

(to the sun, to the sun, to the sun)

(to the sun, to the sun, to the sun)

The golden sun, to the sun, to the sun

To the sun to the sun (is setting)

To the sun to the sun (is setting)

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