Lyrics:

The Sands is proud to present a wonderful new show
A man and his music
The music of count Basie and his great band

And the man is Frank Sinatra

How did all of these people get in my room?

Come fly with me, we'll fly, we'll fly away
If you can use some exotic booze there's a bar in far Bombay
Come on, fly with me, we'll fly, we'll fly away
Come fly with me, we'll float down to Peru
In llama-land there's a one-man band and he'll toot his flute for you
Come on, fly with me, we'll float down in the blue
Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied
We'll just glide, starry eyed
Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near
You might hear the angels cheer because we're together
Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
Just say those words and we'll beat those birds down to Acapulco Bay
It is perfect for a flying honeymoon they say
Come on fly with me, we'll fly, we'll fly, we'll fly

Once I get you up there, where the air is so rarefied
We're gonna glide, absolutely petrefied
Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near
You might even hear a gang of angels cheer, just because we're together
Weather-wise it's such a groovy day
You just say that words, and I'll beat your bird down to Acapulco Bay
It's perfect for a flying honeymoon they do say
Come on, fly with me, we'll fly, we'll fly
Pack up, let's fly away!

And don't tell your papa!