Carmen Miranda - He Hasn't Got A Thing To Sell

He's not a thinner splendor, no no
He's not an all-commander, oh no
All señoritas would sigh
Whenever he passes by, ay, ay
He hasn't got a thing to sell (3 times)

No umbrellas, no bananas...

And no bandolins or violins or "pianas"
So if your hear him shout or yell
Or if your hear him ring your bell
He hasn't got a thing to sell
No tomatas, enchiladas...

And no highs or seas or coconuts or batatas

But oh how I can make love?

This sends me up to heavens above
Oh oh you see what I mean?

What you mean?

My heart jumps like a Mexican bean