If I met a genie with wishes to spare

I’d wish up a dance hall with a bar beyond compare

And I’d order a cocktail, or maybe a few

And with each one I’d raise a toast

To the ones I love the most

I’d lift a perfect Manhattan

Or perhaps a gin and vermouth

Pour a whiskey and soda for each year we’re older

A vodka lime spritzer for me and for you, sir

So charge up your glasses, my friend, this is well overdue

I’m making a toast, a toast to you

Should we meet in Rio in a week, a month or a year?

I’ll take you to dinner and we’ll remember those we hold dear

We’ll eat, drink and be merry, just me and just you

And we’ll raise a toast on Brazil’s east coast to the ones we love the most

Champagne, bitters and brandy, I have heard will go down swell

But a pink gin for me will do fabulously

Let’s drink to our lives as each cocktail arrives

But all that would do is pure morning dew

When I’m making a toast

I’m making a toast

Yes, I’m making a toast, a toast to you

Bring it on home, boys!