Moonlight, I see millions of twinkling stars
Ev’ning when a breeze becomes a sigh
Music, I hear millions of soft guitars
Underneath the Pampas moon when you hum a happy tune
And you kiss your cares goodbye

You’ll find your life will begin
The very moment you’re in Argentina
If you’re romantic, señor then you will surely adore Argentina
You’ll be as gay as can be if you will learn to “si si” like a Latin
For Mister sure as you learn
Then you will never return to Manhattan.

Bridge: When you hear “yo te amo”
You’ll steal a kiss and then if she should say “mañana”
It’s just to let you know you’re gonna meet again

I’ll bet an old castanet that you will never forget Argentina
Where there are rhumbas and tangos to tickle your spine
Moonlight and music and orchids and wine
You’ll want to stay down Argentina way.