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!