All language subtitles for The.Three.Caballeros.1944.1080p.BluRay.X264-AMIABLE

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?

Sí, señor. 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.

Señor 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 chiripá.

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?

Há 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 Baía, no?
- No, I haven't.

Ah, Baía.

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 Baía?

- No, I haven't.
- No? Oh, I am so sorry for you.

Ah, Baía.

It is like a song in my heart.

A song with love and
beautiful memories.

Que saudades que eu tenho.

Ah, Baía.

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 Baía.

Oh,

Baía-ia-ia

When twilight is deep
in the sky Baía-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

Baía

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, Baía-ia-ia

When twilight is deep in the sky

Baía-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, Baía.

Beautiful Baía.

Oh, forgive me, but have
you been to Baía, Donald?

? we... my

If you go to Baía, my friend,

You'll never return.

E muita sorte teve, E muita
sorte tem, E muita sorte terá

Have you been to Baía, 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 Baía faz
a gente querer bem

A Baía tem um jeito
que nenhuma terra tem

Do, do, do, do, do, do Have
you been to Baía, Donald?

- No!
- Well, let's go!

When you go to Baía, my
friend You'll never return

E muita sorte teve, E muita
sorte tem E muita sorte terá

Have you been to Baía?

- ¿Quem, eu?
- ¿Quem, eu?

- Uh-uh.
- Uh-uh.

Uh-uh.

No':?

Well, let's go!

Hurry, Donald, hurry!

Well, well. Here we are in Baía,

- The land of romance.
- Baía?

- Where is Baía?
- We are in Baía.

Look.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

- Who's that?
- Donald, that's Yayá!

- Who's Yayá?
- Ah, a Baíana.

Donald, quindins de Yayá.

She sells cookies.
Cookies, my friend.

Uh-oh.

Trago os quindins de Yayá

Quem quer meus
quindins comprar...

Donald!

Quem quer meus Quindins comprar

Muito Obrigado!

Trago os quindins de Yayá

Quem quer meus quindins comprar

- Hello.
- Como vai.

- Trago os quindins de Yayá
- Hi, toots!

Quem quer meus quindins comprar

Aqui esté quentinho minha
Gente e os quindins de Yayá.

- Os quindins de Yayá
- Cume, cume, cume

- Os quindins de Yayá
- Cume, cume, cume

- Os quindins de Yayá - Cume

Cume que faz chorar

- Os sonho de Yayá
- Cume, cume, cume

- Os sonho de Yayá
- Cume, cume, cume

- Os sonho de Yayá - Cume

Cume que faz pena-a-a

- O jeitao de Yayá
- Medé, medé, medé

- Uma do - Medé, medé, medé

- Que eu nao sei
- Se e, se e, se e

Se e ou nao amor

So sei que Yayá tern umas coisa
Que outras Yayá, nao tern

Os quindins de Yayá

m Osmiuhthlyi

- Ah, ah!
- Os quindins de Yayá

- Hmm!
- Os quindins de Yayá

Who is that guy?

- Oh. He's a malandro, Donald.
- Tem tanta coisa de valor

Nesse mundo de nosso senhor

- Os quindins de Yayá
- Cume, cume, cume

- Os quindins de Yayá
- Cume, cume, cume

Os quindins de Yayá
Cume que faz, chorar

Oh, boy!

- Os sonho de Yayá -
MEN: Cume, cume, cume

- Os sonho de Yayá
- Cume, cume, cume

- Os sonho de Yayá - Cume

Cume que faz pena-a-a

- O jeitao de Yayá
- Medé, medé, medé

- Uma dé - Medé, medé, medé

- Que nao sei - Se
e, se e, se e...

This Donald!

Did you ever see
such a fast work?

Os quindins de Yayá ahh Os
quindins de Yayá ah, ahh

- Os quindins de Yayá - Ahh!
Os quindins de Yayá

Oh, oh, oh

Olha a laranja fresca

Olha a boa tangerine

No, no, Donald!

Take it easy.

Look!

Tambem, e tu irás
comigo a Igreja

Baianinha meu bem

- Os quindins de Yayá
- Os quindins de Yayá

Yayá, Yayá

Os quindins de Yayá

Yayá, Yayá

- Os quindins -
MEN: De Yayá, Yayá

Cume que faz Yayá

Chorar cume que faz
Chorar Os sonho de Yayá

Oh, oh, oh Os sonho de Yayá

Oh, oh, oh Os sonho de Yayá

Cume que faz penar

Ou jeitao de Yayé

Medé, medé, medé, medé
Me da uma grande dor

Medé, medé, medé, medé

Que eu mesmo nao sei,
Se e, se e, se e

Se e ou nao amor

So sei que Yayá

Tern umas coisa Que
as outras Yayá

P'ra mim? Meu bem!

Yayá, Yayá

Yayá, Yayá

Oh, boy, oh, boy!

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Come on, boys!

Os quindins de Yayá

Os quindins de Yayá

De Yayá

Os quindins de Yayá
Cume, cume, cume

Os quindins de Yayá
Cume, cume, cume

Os quindins de Yayá
Cume, cume, cume

What do you feel about Baía?
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 fubá, 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 Caramba“?"
- 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 piñata.
- Oh, boy, oh, boy! A piñata!

What's a piñata?

A piñata 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 piñata.

And now, for your piñata, 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 impossiblé.

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 está?

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 mamá por dios - Uh-oh.

Zanduga no seas ingrata

- Mamá de mi corazón - Woo-woo!

- Ay, Zanduga - Ay, Zanduga

- Zanduga mamá por dios
- Zanduga mamá por dios

Zanduga no seas ingrata

Mamá 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