Peter Allen - I Go to Rio

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 heart 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 life 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 And we make love 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 baby (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 life 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) (Rio)