Flying Down to Rio Page #6

Would sing an old song

Rolling down to Rio by the sea

A young sailor in these times

Would sing a new song

Flying down to Rio, come with me

Where the lovely Brazilian ladies

Will catch your eye

By the light of a million stars

In the evening sky

My Rio

Rio by the sea-o

Flying down to Rio

Where there's rhythm and rhyme

Say, fella

Twirl that old propeller

We've got to get to Rio

And we've got to make time

You'll love it

Soaring high above it

Looking down on Rio

From a heaven of blue

Send a radio to Rio de Janeiro

With a big hello

Just so they'll know

And stand by there

We'll fly there

My Rio

Everything will be okay

We're singing and winging our way

To you

- The mayor.

- Hey, mayor!

Carlos, Alfredo.

Sit down, gentlemen, please?

My dear, dear Carlos.

A tremendous success.

My congratulations.

I saw the sky writing at Terespolis,

and I hurried down here at once.

Vianna, you and your colleagues

ought to be very happy.

- Yes?

- You must buy us all champagne.

I insist. I insist.

Oh, very well. Waiter.

Hey, how do I get out of this?

What's the combination?

- Come, Belinha.

- But where? Why?

This time, I'm taking no chances.

- Julio, where are you taking me?

- On your honeymoon.

Don't be silly. I'm not married.

You will be before you know it.

Can you legally marry people?

Well, yes, if they're fools enough

to ask for it.

Fine.

- Is this the young lady?

- Yes.

- And this is the young man.

- Oh, fine.

Roger, her happiness is my happiness.

Good luck.

Oh, look, look.

Look, here comes Julio.

Gosh, that gal don't care

who she gets thrown out of what.

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