Midnight Grooves in São Paulo

Moonlight Betty strolls along the Rio shore

Dave strums the rhythm, inviting all to explore

Bruce walks the basslines that tiptoe through the night

And Mark in the shadows keeps tempo light

Under lanterns flickering on old city streets

Their laughter echoing, mixing with the beats

Dancing in the moonbeam, hearts untied

From Ipanema's whispers to São Paulo’s drive

Betty’s twirl, Dave’s smile, Bruce’s wandering hands

Mark’s melodic thunder rolling over the sand

Their exploits bloom where the music never ends

A samba breeze drifts through alley café doors

Betty sings soft secrets no one’s heard before

Dave’s guitar glistens like silver from afar

Bruce’s notes steady as the glowing midnight star

Mark taps a rhythm from a faraway dream

The city wakes gently to their Bossa theme

Dancing in the moonbeam, hearts untied

From Ipanema's whispers to São Paulo’s drive

Betty’s twirl, Dave’s smile, Bruce’s wandering hands

Mark’s melodic thunder rolling over the sand

Their exploits bloom where the music never ends

Four silhouettes swaying under velvet skies

Chasing moonlit secrets, wild and wise

Every corner, every bar, a new refrain

They paint the night, again and again

Dancing in the moonbeam, hearts untied

From Ipanema's whispers to São Paulo’s drive

Betty’s twirl, Dave’s smile, Bruce’s wandering hands

Mark’s melodic thunder rolling over the sand

Their exploits bloom where the music never endsSo raise a glass to Rio, to São Paulo too

Betty and the boys will serenade you

The night calls them on—adventures anew