(Nestor Amaral)
Brasil, abre a cortina do passado
Tira a mãe preta do cerrado
Bota o rei congo no congado
Brasil, Brasil
Deixa, cantar de novo o trovador
A merencória luz da lua
Toda canção do meu amor

(Coro)
Quero ver a Sá Dona caminhando
Pelos salões arrastando
O seu vestido rendado
Brasil, Brasil
Brasil, Brasil

(Carmen)
Brasil, esse coqueiro que dá coco
Oi onde eu amarro a minha rede
Nas noites claras de luar
Brasil (Brasil), pra mim (pra mim)
Brasil (Brasil), Brasil!

(Bando da Lua)
Ô Brasil brasileiro
Terra de samba e pandeiro
Ô Brasil brasileiro
Samba no mundo inteiro
Oba!

Cante Junto:
(Carmen Miranda) Such a very handsome fellow
So you come to welcome me?

(Phil Baker) In the place of Fiorello*
I present you with the key

(Coro) In Broadway, and Harlem,
And Greenwich Village too
You'll see a lot of places
That will seem like home to you

(Carmen Miranda) Oh, yes?

You're in the kind of a place that seems
Like a little cabaret in Rio
Then you hear a Boogie-Woogie Trio
And you discover you're in New York

A "senhorita" with the flashing eyes
Looks to you as if she might be chummy
But she only wants to play gin-rummy
And you discover you're in New York

You hear a tropical drum
You drink a tropical rum
You're in a tropical spot
And yet, you really are not
In case you're missing the point
You're in a typical joint on gay Broadway

For just a minute or two, you feel
Like you're down around the old Equator
Then you're interrupted by the waiter
A South American named O'Rourke
And discover you're in New York

(Garota 1) You're in the kind of an atmosphere
That would set a Latin heart-a-flutter

(Garota 2) Then you try to get a piece of butter
And you discover you're in New York

(Garota 3) You have a feeling you're in Brazil
And you hope the ladies understand you

(Garota 4) Then you start to pay
The check they hand you
You discover you're in New York

(Garota 5) You hear Hawaiian guitars
You smoke Havana cigars

(Garota 6) You build a castle in Spain
And then you order chow-mein.

(Alice Faye) And from a Swede or a Swiss
You get a tropical kiss on gay Broadway

(Carmen Miranda) You see a wonderful rumba dance
With the rhythm of the old West Indies
But you're right across the street from Lindy's
Or at the club they call the Stork
And discover you're in New York

You want to be with a big, strong man
And the jungle music is so creepy
But the gentleman with you is sleepy
And you discover you're in New York

And... you discover you're in New York!

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