I Go To Rio

                                  Oooooo...

When my baby, 

When my baby smiles at me,

I go to Rio



De Janeiro.

My-o me-o...

I go wild and then

I have to do the samba,

And la bamba.



Now I'm not the kind of person,

With a passion or persuasion

For dancin' or romancin'.

But I give in to the rhythm,

And my feet follow the beating

Of my heart.



Whoa oh ohh...

When my baby,

When my baby smiles at me,

I go to Rio



De Janeiro.

I'm a Salsa fella,

When my baby smiles at me,

The sun lightens up my life,

And I am free at last.

What a blast!



Whoa oh ohh...

When my baby,

When my baby smiles at me,

I feel like Tarzan



Of the Jungle.

There on the hot sand,

In a bungalow

While monkies play above-a,

We'll make love-a.



Now I'm not the kind

To let vibrations,

Trigger my imagination

Easily.



No, that's just not me.

But I turn into a tiger,

Everytime I get the sight of,

What I love, love, love.



Ohhh oh ohh ohhh...



Wooooooo!



Ohh oh oh...

When my baby,

When my baby smiles at me,

I go to Rio

De Janeiro.



I'm a Salsa fella,

When my baby smiles at me

The sun lightens up my life,

And I am free at last.

What a blast!



Wooooo hooooo...



Whoa oh oh ohh...



Whoa oh ohh...

When my baby,

When my baby smiles at me,

I go to Rio

De Janeiro.



I'm a Salsa fella,

When my baby smiles at me

The sun lightens up my life,

And I am free at last.

What a blast!



When my baby smiles at me,

I go to Rio.

Rio,

Rio De Janeiro.



Take me back,

I put it in.

Take me where I know

I'm gon' to Rio.

Oh ohh...