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We 're three happy chappies With snappy serapes
You'll find us beneath our sombreros
We 're brave and we 7! stay so We're bright as a peso
Who says so? We say so We're three caballeros
Oh, through fair and stormy weather
We're always together
So let come what may
Like brother to brother We're all for each other
The three caballeros Forever we 7! stay!
"Felicitaciones, uh, al Pato Donald..."
Oh! "Felicitations to Donald Duck on his birthday",
"Friday the 13th, from his friends in Latin America."
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy! What a pleasant surprise!
Whoops!
Ah, now, isn't that wonderful? Which one should I open first?
My mama told me to take...
this one!
I wonder what's in it.
Oh, boy! Home movies! Just what I wanted.
Well, well, well.
Well, doggone! A little penguin.
Oh! What a cute little fellow.
Well, what is this? How do you open this thing, anyway, huh?
On with the show!
The show must go on!
- Aves Raras. - A ves Raras?
SĆ, seƱor. That means strange birds.
Oh, sure, sure. I know, birds!
Yes, amigo. Your feathered cousins.
You know, Donald, you have more relatives here than coffee beans in Brazil.
For instance, take the one who lives way, way down...
Aha!
But suppose we let my friend, Professor Holloway, tell us about it.
From the beginning to...
El fin, the end. Yes, thank you.
Professor?
This stow takes us way down to the south pole.
Rather than stand on your heads, let's turn the theater over.
There, that's better.
Two things you will find most of down here are ice...
and penguins.
It's amazing that anybody would want to live here,
but most penguins wouldn't live anywhere else.
You couldn't find better weather for fishing...
skiing, tobogganing, or swimming.
And there is nothing the average penguin likes better
than a day at the beach.
Uh, but come on, let's meet Pablo. He lives down at the end of main street.
Let's go in and see what's cooking.
Pablo could never remember having been warm enough.
And so his closest companion was Smoky Joe, his little stove.
Between chills, Pablo had one burning desire,
to spend the rest of his life on some tropical shore.
So, we see him bravely set forth for the isle of his dreams.
The other penguins turned out to give him a big send-off.
But when he gets just so far away from his stove...
see what happens?
Too bad. Perhaps he'll give up this wild idea.
But no, he's off to another start.
This time he's bringing a friend.
Uh-Oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!
Uh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Anyway, it was a hot idea.
Well, maybe he'll be content to stay at home this time.
But no! There he goes!
Hot-footing it to the land of the sun.
By now, the farewell committee has been reduced to two.
Discouraging, isn't it?
Suddenly, Pablo got one of those ideas that change a person's whole life.
A boat!
But where would he get a boat?
Just watch!
"Where there's a will, there's a way," they say.
And now, the official launching.
Day after day, the south wind carried him north.
One day, a blanket of fog rolled in.
And it was so thick...
Must be near Cape Horn.
As the fog lifted...
he found himself headed straight through the straits of Magellan,
and northward, along Chile's rocky coast.
One day, a storm cloud came up.
Just a little bitty old storm cloud, though.
And just tried awful hard to have its first storm.
Didn't amount to much, though.
One day on lookout, Pablo had a bit of a shock.
A waterspout off the port bow!
But it proved to be the Juan Fernandez islands
where Robinson Crusoe once lived.
And still does, apparently.
Four bells and all's well.
According to Pablo's chart, he should be nearing Vina Del Mar.
And strangely enough, that's just where he is.
He sailed past Lima, capital of Peru.
Hugging the coastline with a tenacity of purpose seldom found in a penguin.
One day, his telescope picked out a city high up on top of a mountain.
The map said it was Quito.
And it was right smack on the equator.
It wasn't as easy to cross,
but with a little help from Neptune, he made it.
80, making a left turn, he followed the equator,
headed for the Galapagos islands.
Ah, that good old sun!
Pablo felt that he would never get enough of it.
Oh, he hadn't counted on this.
Things looked pretty bad.
Help! Man the pumps, she's sprung a leak!
Pipe all hands on deck! Do things, get going!
Take to the lifeboats! Abandon ship!
Unruffle the mizzenmast and man the poops, and...
don't just stand there, get going! Swab the decks and... Heavens!
Look! What's that? Just what he's been looking for.
Pablo has finally reached the isle of his dreams.
And so, as the warm, tropical sun sinks slowly in the west,
we leave little Pablo, a bird in paradise.
A picture of health in his new coat of tan.
He should be the happiest penguin in the world.
Only... sometimes he gets to thinking...
Never satisfied!
Well, that's human nature for you, even if you're a penguin.
You're absolutely right!
And now, Donald, let's hop over the Andes.
From these snow-capped peaks to the depths of the amazon jungle,
one finds many more strange and exotic birds.
Like the Anambepreto of Colombia and Venezuela.
He carries his own bagpipes hidden under his beard.
Then there's his cousin, the Arapapa.
Pride of Paraguay, whose perfect appearance
permits his pompous pride in his pompadour.
And La Tijerita, the scissors bird.
The Colombian cutter.
Then there's the Arapacu de Pico Curvo.
He's always sticking his nose into things.
Did you ever see such a freak beak?
Huh?
Speaking of beaks, what a time two toucans have making love.
When they're beak to beak, they can't get cheek to cheek.
Because when one toucan turns his head,
only one toucan can.
- Uh-oh. Who's that? - Oh, a thousand pardons.
SeƱor Donald, I would like to have you meet
one of the most eccentric birds you have ever seen.
His name is the Aracuan. You'll find him most everywhere.
Yeah, glad to know you. Heh, pleased to meet ya!
Now he's called the Aracuan because of the peculiar song he sings.
Which sounds something like this.
Ahhh!
Ba-da, bup, bup Bup, bup, ba-dia
Ba-da, bup Toot-toot-toot
Ba-da, bup, bup Bup, bup, bup
Ba-da, bup, bup Bup, bup, ba-dia
Ba-da, bup Toot-toot-toot
Ba-da, bup, bup Bup, bup, bup
By the way, amigo,
did you know some birds are skilled craftsmen?
Uh-uh. Is that so?
Yes, quite a builder is the little Marrequito.
His nest may look haphazard in design, ah, but every single stick and straw...
is scientifically placed to withstand the stress and strain of...
Well, almost anything.
Literally dotted are the shores of many tropical marshes,
with the brilliant plumage of the flamingo.
Ha, ha, ha.
And now, Donald, how would you like to hear
a story about another bird so amazing you won't believe it?
Oh, sure! You bet!
It's a tale told by an old gaucho from Uruguay.
Listen...
It was early one morning in springtime,
just as day was beginning to break.
As the sun came up over the... Oh, but I am forgetting my story.
It was silent out there on the pampas. Only one little bird was awake.
From his nest, came the little Homero to see if the...
Oh, say, do you know why this bird's called the Homero?
- No? - Uh-uh. Why?
You see, his nest is just like the home.
That's the oven where we bake bread and our...
You know who that is?
That's me when I was a little gauchito. Many, many years ago, of course.
And why was I up so early? Because I was going out hunting all alone.
First, I put on my bombachas and tied on my chiripĆ”.
Then I slipped into my new Betas.
And I put my Boleadoras Where I could reach them in a hurry.
Gauchito! Not forgetting my hunting knife.
And now I was ready to go. Ah!
Now the best place to hunt the wild ostrich
is out on the wide-open plains.
On the broad flat land of the...
Flat land? Say, what am I doing here?
Oh, now I remember!
This day I was hunting for condor birds high up in the mountains.
While looking for the condors, I climbed to the top of a rock.
No, come to think of it, it was a tree.
Let's see, maybe it was a rock after all.
Although, I could swear it was a tree.
Oh, what's the difference? Let it go, let it go.
My sharp eyes soon discovered the nest of a...
Psst, Gauchito! The nest. El Nido, El Nido.
I could tell from the wings he was...
He was at least five meters from tip to tip.
The biggest condor bird in all of... caramba!
What's this? I couldn't believe my eyes!
No, it couldn't be! But there it was!
I was looking face-to-face with a flying donkey!
The donkey bird didn't seem bashful.
He flew right up close to... Quick, Gauchito, now! Get him, quick!
Ah, got him!
Now, now. Easy, easy. Tch, tch, tch.
Oh, oh, oh, ohh!
This donkey should be worth a fortune. I couldn't let him get away.
So, I made up my mind I'd catch him if it took me the rest of...
Now I had him! Hold him, Gauchito! Ride him, cowboy!
He acted just like he was loco. But I was an expert of course.
He thought he could throw this Gauchito,
but he soon found out who was the boss.
Psst, Gauch'fio'? Who is the boss?
I decided to train him for racing far out Where nobody could see,
'cause I planned to win thousands of pesos for this little Burrito and me.
I made brilliant plans for the future.
We 'd live like a couple of kings, and I'd be the world's richest Gaucho.
With my hands full of big diamond rings.
Ah, macanudo! Okay.
This Burrito was tame as a kitten. He was learning new tricks every day.
You should see how he begged for my mate.
He liked it much better than hay.
Hee-haw, hee-haw!
Then we soon fell asleep by the campfire. We both were as tired as could be.
And tomorrow was very important for little Burrito and me.
For this was the day of fiesta.
The gauchos were happy and gay. They danced the Zamba and Gate,
and gambled their pesos away.
While the crowd sang and danced in the plaza,
I just stood in the shade of a tree,
and watched them toss coins at the Sapo,
but this game meant nothing to me.
Some others were rolling the Bochas and betting on games of this kind.
I didn't join in these pastimes. I had something bigger in mind.
A Caballo!
The race was about to begin, and the grand prize was 1,000 pesos.
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
The gauchos were howling with laughter when they saw us come out on the track.
I whispered, "Remember the wings, Burrito."
Oh, oh, oh, ohh! Not yet, not yet!
The gauchos and horses were all on their toes.
Listos! Larguen!
We were off with the speed of a bullet!
We flew down the track like the wind. Every gauche was, uh, uh...
In the meanwhile, Burrito and I were, uh, jockeying for position.
Psst, Gauchito! They went that way. That way!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
No wonder they laughed. I didn't even look like a jockey.
Hey, Gauchito. Come on, look like a jockey.
Pepito, the pride of Mendoza was setting a furious pace,
and Fuego, Gordito and Pingo, you never have seen such a race.
Now it's Pepito and Fuego, it's Fuego and Pepito,
and here comes Gordito on the rail! Do your stuff, kid.
No? Well, don't wait too long or... Look out!
Uh-huh, what did I tell you?
Come on, Gauchito! The Wings, the wings!
Quickly, I untied the rope. Come on, come on.
Quickly, I untied the rope.
Huh? The knife, the knife! Cortalo, cortalo!
And now we go.
You should see little Burrito tearing up the track so fast, you couldn't see us!
And now, down the home stretch comes Fuego.
Now Pepito's ahead on the rail. Here comes Pingo, Gordito and Gato,
and Dorado is right on his tail!
But where is Burrito?
Here comes Burrito!
We passed them like they were standing still.
And now coming down across the line of finish, it's...
Burrito, the winner!
Well, amigos, it was all over, but the shouting.
I thought. Oh-uh.
Caramba! The jig was up.
Hee-haw, hee-haw!
What became of the flying donkey, you ask?
Neither him nor me was ever seen again as long as we lived.
Adiós, amigo.
Adiós, so long. Good-bye!
What's going on here?
Presents! Oh boy, let me at 'em!
Say, what's this?
Ah, Pato Donald, Como vai voce!
Como vai essa forca? Por onde tem andado?
HÔ quanto tempo que nao o vejo! ¿Que hé de novo?
Or, as you Americans say, "What's cooking?"
Joe Carioca! Well, I'll be doggoned!
Imagine meeting me here? Donald...
- have you ever been to BaĆa, no? - No, I haven't.
Ah, BaĆa.
Land of romance, moonlight, music, beautiful girls.
Ba-da, bup, bup, bup!
Toot-toot-toot
Ba-da, bup, bup, bup, bup
Ba-da, bup, bup, bup. Ba-da, bup, bup, bup.
Toot-toot-toot
Ba-da, bup, bup, bup,
Uau! Esse aracuan parece que nunca para quieto.
Oh, forgive the interruption, Donald. This crazy bird is the Aracuan.
He's meio maluco, a very stupid fellow.
But tell me, Donald, have you ever been to BaĆa?
- No, I haven't. - No? Oh, I am so sorry for you.
Ah, BaĆa.
It is like a song in my heart.
A song with love and beautiful memories.
Que saudades que eu tenho.
Ah, BaĆa.
I close my eyes and I can see it now.
I can see the beautiful twilight in the sky.
I can feel the breeze from the bay.
And I can hear the music...
the music of BaĆa.
Oh,
BaĆa-ia-ia
When twilight is deep in the sky BaĆa-ia-ia
Someone that I long to see
Keeps haunting my reverie
And so the loneliness Deep in my heart
Calls to you Calls to you
I live in the memory of Many dreams ago
When the stars were bright And you were mine alone
My love for you cannot die
Though the oceans run dry
Or heaven falls from the sky
Now you're gone
BaĆa
Can't you hear my lonely call
Morena
Make my life complete again
How I pray for the day
When I'll see your smile
And my heart will beat again
Oh, BaĆa-ia-ia
When twilight is deep in the sky
BaĆa-ia-ia
Someone that I long to see
Keeps haunting my reverie
And so the loneliness Deep in my heart
- Calls to you - Calls to you
Ah, BaĆa.
Beautiful BaĆa.
Oh, forgive me, but have you been to BaĆa, Donald?
? we... my
If you go to BaĆa, my friend,
You'll never return.
E muita sorte teve, E muita sorte tem, E muita sorte terĆ”
Have you been to BaĆa, Donald?
- Uh-uh. - Well, let's go!
- They have vatapa. - What's that?
- They have maruru. - Is that so?
- They have munguza. - Munguza?
- Do you like to samba? - Oh, sure.
Nas sacadas dos sobrados
Da velha sao salvador
A lembranca das donzelas do tempo do imperador
Tudo, tudo na BaĆa faz a gente querer bem
A BaĆa tem um jeito que nenhuma terra tem
Do, do, do, do, do, do Have you been to BaĆa, Donald?
- No! - Well, let's go!
When you go to BaĆa, my friend You'll never return
E muita sorte teve, E muita sorte tem E muita sorte terĆ”
Have you been to BaĆa?
- ĀæQuem, eu? - ĀæQuem, eu?
- Uh-uh. - Uh-uh.
Uh-uh.
No':?
Well, let's go!
Hurry, Donald, hurry!
Well, well. Here we are in BaĆa,
- The land of romance. - BaĆa?
- Where is BaĆa? - We are in BaĆa.
Look.
Well, I'll be doggoned.
- Who's that? - Donald, that's YayĆ”!
- Who's YayĆ”? - Ah, a BaĆana.
Donald, quindins de YayĆ”.
She sells cookies. Cookies, my friend.
Uh-oh.
Trago os quindins de YayĆ”
Quem quer meus quindins comprar...
Donald!
Quem quer meus Quindins comprar
Muito Obrigado!
Trago os quindins de YayĆ”
Quem quer meus quindins comprar
- Hello. - Como vai.
- Trago os quindins de YayĆ” - Hi, toots!
Quem quer meus quindins comprar
Aqui estƩ quentinho minha Gente e os quindins de YayƔ.
- Os quindins de YayĆ” - Cume, cume, cume
- Os quindins de YayĆ” - Cume, cume, cume
- Os quindins de YayĆ” - Cume
Cume que faz chorar
- Os sonho de YayĆ” - Cume, cume, cume
- Os sonho de YayĆ” - Cume, cume, cume
- Os sonho de YayĆ” - Cume
Cume que faz pena-a-a
- O jeitao de YayƔ - MedƩ, medƩ, medƩ
- Uma do - MedƩ, medƩ, medƩ
- Que eu nao sei - Se e, se e, se e
Se e ou nao amor
So sei que YayĆ” tern umas coisa Que outras YayĆ”, nao tern
Os quindins de YayĆ”
m Osmiuhthlyi
- Ah, ah! - Os quindins de YayĆ”
- Hmm! - Os quindins de YayĆ”
Who is that guy?
- Oh. He's a malandro, Donald. - Tem tanta coisa de valor
Nesse mundo de nosso senhor
- Os quindins de YayĆ” - Cume, cume, cume
- Os quindins de YayĆ” - Cume, cume, cume
Os quindins de YayĆ” Cume que faz, chorar
Oh, boy!
- Os sonho de YayĆ” - MEN: Cume, cume, cume
- Os sonho de YayĆ” - Cume, cume, cume
- Os sonho de YayĆ” - Cume
Cume que faz pena-a-a
- O jeitao de YayƔ - MedƩ, medƩ, medƩ
- Uma dƩ - MedƩ, medƩ, medƩ
- Que nao sei - Se e, se e, se e...
This Donald!
Did you ever see such a fast work?
Os quindins de YayĆ” ahh Os quindins de YayĆ” ah, ahh
- Os quindins de YayĆ” - Ahh! Os quindins de YayĆ”
Oh, oh, oh
Olha a laranja fresca
Olha a boa tangerine
No, no, Donald!
Take it easy.
Look!
Tambem, e tu irƔs comigo a Igreja
Baianinha meu bem
- Os quindins de YayĆ” - Os quindins de YayĆ”
YayĆ”, YayĆ”
Os quindins de YayĆ”
YayĆ”, YayĆ”
- Os quindins - MEN: De YayĆ”, YayĆ”
Cume que faz YayĆ”
Chorar cume que faz Chorar Os sonho de YayĆ”
Oh, oh, oh Os sonho de YayĆ”
Oh, oh, oh Os sonho de YayĆ”
Cume que faz penar
Ou jeitao de YayƩ
MedƩ, medƩ, medƩ, medƩ Me da uma grande dor
MedƩ, medƩ, medƩ, medƩ
Que eu mesmo nao sei, Se e, se e, se e
Se e ou nao amor
So sei que YayĆ”
Tern umas coisa Que as outras YayĆ”
P'ra mim? Meu bem!
YayĆ”, YayĆ”
YayĆ”, YayĆ”
Oh, boy, oh, boy!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Come on, boys!
Os quindins de YayĆ”
Os quindins de YayĆ”
De YayĆ”
Os quindins de YayĆ” Cume, cume, cume
Os quindins de YayĆ” Cume, cume, cume
Os quindins de YayĆ” Cume, cume, cume
What do you feel about BaĆa? Tell me the truth.
Oh, swell. Marvelous!
Romance...
moonlight, beautiful girls.
Sim, senhor.
Voce e um grande pirata!
Or, as you say, you are a wolf!
Take it easy. You have more presents.
Presents? More presents!
What? Oh, I'm a midget! Oh!
You, you're a midget too!
Oh, Donald! Don't worry. It is simple, my friend.
Just a little black magic will fix you up.
Nada aqui nesta manga, nada aqui nesta manga.
Balacubaco, saca trapo de urubu Pe de pato misturado, com bambu
Siricotico, tico, tico no fubÔ, tico Pó de mico. quero ver no que vai da
Acredite se quiser. Believe it or not, it is very simple.
Nada aqui nesta manga, Nada agui nesta manga.
Que Engracado! You are very funny fellow.
- Oh, my, my, my, my! - You kill my head!
Uh, uh, uh.
Nao, nao, meu caro amigo! Voce deve usar o outro dedo!
Huh?
Oh, my friend, you are using the wrong finger.
Now... blow.
- Thanks, pal! Abraco, abraco! - Bu... But Donald, your presents!
My presents!
Ah, Jalisco no te rajes
Me sale del alma Gritar con calor
Abrir todo el pecho
Pa' echar este grito Que lindo es jalisco
Palabra De honor
Aha! My friends!
Bienvenidos, Cuates. Welcome to Mexico.
Son of a gun, it's a pleasure to see such fine gentlemen in Mexico!
Here, amigos. Donald!
Jose!
Caramba! Now we're three gay caballeros.
Yaaaaa!
We're three caballeros Three gay caballeros
They say we are birds of a feather
We're happy amigos No matter where he goes
The one, two, and three goes We're always together
Ah, ha, ha!
We 're three happy chappies With snappy serapes
You'll find us beneath our sombreros
Ah, ha, ha!
We're brave and we'll stay so We're bright as a peso
- Who says so? - We say so!
The three caballeros
Oh
We have the stars to guide us
Guitars here beside us
To play as we go
We sing and we samba We shout Ay Caramba
- What means "Av Carambaā?" - Oh, yes, I don't know.
Oh
Through fair or stormy weather
We stand close together
Like books on a shelf
And pals though we may be
When some Latin baby Says yes, no or maybe
Each man is for himself
Ah, Jalisco no te rajes
Me sale del alma Gritar con Calor
Ya, ha, ha!
Abrir todo el pecho pa' echar Este grito que lindo es jalisco
Palabra de-e-e-e Honor-r-r-r
Aha!
- What's this? - What's this?
This is your gift from Mexico, Donald.
- A piƱata. - Oh, boy, oh, boy! A piƱata!
What's a piƱata?
A piƱata is full of surprises, presents. It is the very spirit of Christmas.
Christmas?
Jingle bells Jingle bells Jingle all...
No, no, Donald! For goodness sake!
Not "Jingle Bells"!
In Mexico, they sing Las Posadas.
This custom takes place
on each of the nine days before Christmas.
Each evening, the children gather at the village church
and form a procession,
symbolizing the journey of Mary and Joseph
from Nazareth to Bethlehem.
The little ones carry images of the saints from house to house,
singing a plea for shelter, or Posada.
A reply comes from within.
"No Posada, no shelter."
Looking sad and downhearted, they try again.
But the reply is still the same.
"No shelter, no Posada."
They repeat the song time after time, and always they are refused.
Until, at last, they reach a friendly house and the door is opened.
"Come in, come in, holy pilgrims."
"This humble home is yours."
And now, Mary and Joseph have found shelter at last.
Then the rejoicing begins.
The feasting, the celebrating, and finally, the biggest surprise of all,
breaking the piƱata.
And now, for your piƱata, Donald. Here you are. Go to it.
One side, boys, one side. I'm going to smack it!
Hold it, ho... hold it, Donald. First you must be blindfolded.
We have to put this over your eyes. That's part of the tradition.
Now, now, stand here.
Come here now, hit it hard.
Alright, let's see you smack it.
Wait just a minute.
Uh-oh.
Aha!
You see, Donald?
Didn't I told you it was full of surprises?
Ahh'. La bandera Mexicana.
Did you know that the history of Mexico is in her flag?
Oh, yes!
You see, many hundreds of years ago, the god of the Aztecs
commanded them to build a big city
where they would find an eagle destroying a serpent.
But when they find this eagle, he was sitting on a cactus.
On top of a rock, way out in the middle of a lake.
Caramba! To build a city here would be almost impossiblƩ.
But they built and built and built some more.
Until today, believe it or not, the lake is full of Mexico City.
Sweet music
Gay serenatas
Tropic skies of velvet blue
Magic gardens
Perfume the breezes
Where true love Brought me to you
Mexico With all your romance
Your song of love Will live forever after
Mexico
Sweethearts are singing
Lovebirds are winging
Through a sky filled with laughter
Paradise
That's where I found you
Your magic smile
Made the blossoms bloom around you
Mexico
Why do I feel as I do
I simply fell under the spell
Of you
Oba, Oba! Nice! Oh, boy!
Ah, but this is only the beginning, amigos.
Take a look at this one.
Oh, boy! What a pretty picture!
And now for a nice trip through Mexico
on the magic sarape.
- All aboard, amigos! - Oh, what's going on here?
Paradise That's where I found you
Your magic smile
Made the blossoms bloom around you
Mexico
Why do I feel as I do
I simply fell under the spell
Of you Of you
And this, Donald, is Patzcuaro,
a fisherman's paradise.
Yeah, beautiful!
Oh, boy! Would I like to come back sometime and do a little fishing.
Uh-oh!
Ya-ha-ha-hee!
- What's going on here? - Shh!
This is my favorite dance. The Jarabe Pateno.
Doggone it. I can't get it.
No, no, no, no, no, boys! You are off the beat!
This is the way.
Well, what do you know?
- Bravo, bravo, bravo, bravo! - Excellente!
Thanks. I had a wonderful time.
Adiós, amigos. So long.
This is the way they dance in Veracruz. It's called the Lilongo.
Ay lilongo, lilongo, lilongo
Ah
La-la-Ia-Ia-la
Ay lilongo, lilongo, lilongo
Hiya, girls. May I cut in?
Watch your step, Donald.
Some fun, hey, kid?
Ay lilongo, lilongo, lilongo
Ah
La-la-la-la La-la-la-la
So, you like dancing, huh? Okay.
Yeah, go on, Donald. Don't be afraid.
Not so fast, boys.
Go on in, Donald. Don't be bashful.
Hi, toots. Am I intruding?
Hey, Donald, you are What they say, "off the cob."
- You know, corny! - Oh, yeah?
Slap me with that boogie beat, Joe!
How am I doing, toots? Hatcha-cha-cha!
Ay lilongo vamos al templo Pa' Que nos bendiga el padre
Nos Tenemos Que Cesar Aunque no quiera tu madre
Ay lilongo, lilongo, lilongo
La-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la
Adiós, lindas.
Come on. Let me go!
- I wanna stay! - Take it easy, Donald.
There she is, Acapulco beach.
The Riviera of Mexico.
Take the telescope and have a look at what you might call,
- the hot stuff. - Oh, boy!
Am I going to like this place!
Oh, boy! The hot stuff!
Whoopee!
I'll be right down, toots.
Hello, my sweet little bathing beauties.
We're three caballeros Three gay caballeros
They say we are birds of a feather
Where's Donald?
Aha! I'm a son of a gun.
Look at the little wolf in duck's clothing.
Come to papa! Ha-ha-ha.
What's going on here?
Come here, you little rascals!
Now I've got ya! Uh-oh!
Andale, patito, ven. Ven.
Doggone this confusion!
Oops!
Where is she?
Come here, my little enchilada.
I've got you this time, tootsie.
Peekaboo, I see you!
Hey, where am I?
My, my, my.
Ain't this fun!
- Pobrecito, se va a ahogar. - Saquenlo, donde estĆ”?
Here I come!
This time I'm going to get you!
- Oh, no, no, no, Donald. Don't do that. - What'?
Let me go, let me out of here! You can't do this to me!
Take your hands off of me! This is a free country.
So, you like pretty girls, huh?
Let's go!
Lemme go!
Don't ruffle your feathers, Donald.
Look, I will show you the nightlife of Mexico City.
- Beautiful, no? - Colossal!
Oh, boy! Mexico City!
Very beautiful city.
Careful, Donald!
Even the sky is full of romantic.
You belong to my heart
- She's beautiful. - Now and forever
- And our love had its start - Oh, boy!
Not long ago
We were gathering stars
While a million guitars Played our love song
When [said I love you
- Every beat of my heart said it too - Oh, boy, oh, boy.
- It was a moment like this - Aw.
Do you remember?
And your eyes threw a kiss
When they met mine
Now we all own the stars
And a million guitars Are still playing
Darling, you are the song
And you'll always Belong to my heart
Waa, Waa, Waa Waa, Waa
Waa-waa-waa Waa-waa-waa
Waa, waa Waa-waa-waa
Waa, waa-waa-waa Waa, waa
Waa-waa-waa Waa-waa-waa
It was a moment like this
- Do you remember? - Uh-huh.
And your eyes threw a kiss
- When they met mine - Don't do that!
Now we all own the stars
And a million guitars Are still playing
Darling, you are the song And you'll always belong to my heart
You belong To my heart
Now and forever
Three caballeros Three gay caballeros
Three caballeros Three gay caballeros
When I said I love you Every beat of my heart
Said it too
- Some fun, hey, kid? - Some fun, hey, kid?
- Some fun, hey, kid? - Some fun, hey, kid?
We're three caballeros Three gay caballeros
They say we are birds of a feather
We're happy amigos No matter where he goes
The one, two, and three goes We're always together
Darling, you are the song
And you'll always Belong to my heart
Pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls.
What?
Oh, boy.
Ay, San Roque
- Zanduga mamĆ” por dios - Uh-oh.
Zanduga no seas ingrata
- MamÔ de mi corazón - Woo-woo!
- Ay, Zanduga - Ay, Zanduga
- Zanduga mamĆ” por dios - Zanduga mamĆ” por dios
Zanduga no seas ingrata
MamÔ de mi Corazón
Eh, what's happening anyway? Where am I?
Uh-oh.
My, my!
Uh-oh.
Waa-waa-waa Waa-waa
Waa-waa Waa-waa-waa
Waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
What?
Waa, waa-waa-waa Waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
What?
What? Waa!
What?
Waa-waa-waa Waa-waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
Waa-waa-waa-waa-waa Waa-waa-waa-waa-waa
Yee-yow! Ha-ha-ha!
Come on, torito! Give it to me!
What's the matter with you? Are you colorblind?
Ole!
Aha!
Epa, toro. Entrale.
Come on, bull. You bashful?
Ole!
Waa-waa-waa'.!
Oh, through fair or stormy weather
We're always together
So let come what may
Like brother to brother We're all for each other
The three caballeros
Forever we'll stay
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