Flying Down To Rio

My Rio, Rio by the Sea-o,
Flying down to Rio where there's rhythm and rhyme.
Hey feller, twirl that old propeller,
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.
Hey, Rio, ev'rything will be okay,
We're singing and winging our way to you.