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. We're three happy chappies with snappy serrappies, you'll find us beneath our sombreros. We're brave and we'll stay so, we're bright as a peso, we say so, the three caballeros. We have stars to guide us, guitars here beside us, to play as we go. We sing and we samba, we shout ay caramba. What means ay caramba? Oh yes, I don't know. Through fair or stormy weather, we stand close together like books on a shelf, and fun so we may be, when some Latin baby says yes, now our baby, it's nice for himself. We sing and we samba, we shout ay caramba, we sing and we samba, we shout ay caramba. We're three happy chappies with snappy serrappies, you'll find us beneath our sombreros. We're brave and we'll stay so, we're bright as a peso, we say so, the three caballeros.