I Go to Rio - Peter Allen

When my baby

When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio

De Janeiro, my-oh-me-oh

I go wild and then I have to do the Samba

And La Bamba

Now I'm not the kind of person

With a passionate persuasion for dancin'

Or roma-ancin'

But I give in to the rhythm

And my feet follow the beatin' of my hear-eart

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby

When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio

De Janeiro

I'm a Salsa fellow

When my baby smiles at me

The sun'll lightens up my li-ife

And I am free at last, what a blast

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby

When my baby smiles at me

I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle

There on the hot sand

And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a,

We-ee make love-a

Now I'm not the type to let vibrations (Rio...)

Trigger my imagination easily (Rio...)

You know that's just not me

But I turn into a tiger (Rio...)

Everytime I get beside the - one I love (Rio...)

Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh..., Rio... - Rio...

Yeah Ugh - Rio... - Ugh

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (when my baby)

When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...)

De Janeiro

I'm a Salsa fellow-ow

When my baby smiles at me

The sun'll lightens u-up my li-ife

And I am free at last, what a blast

When my baby (when my baby)

When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...)

That's when I go to Rio (Rio)

Rio - Rio De Janeir-eiro

Rio..., Rio..., Rio...