An old sailor in old times would sing an old song
Rollin' down to Rio by the sea.
A young sailor in these time will 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.
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 hallo
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.