Years from now, years and years, I'll be back.
Me and my nine brazilian brats.
They'll be dark like Marie.
Of course they'll have bright green beautiful eyes.
And I'll bring them back alright because they must see this.
When I get back from Brazil. When and if I ever will.

When I get home will things still be the same?
With years gone by will she remember my name?
Maybe if I walk past her house.
Maybe she'll still be at 473 Bittersweet St. by the park.
When I get back from Brazil. When and if I ever will.