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 romancin’
But I give in to the rhythm
And my feet follow the beatin’ of my heart

Whoa-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

Whoa-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
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)
Every time I get beside the one I love (Rio)

Whoa-oh, whoa, whoa
Rio, Rio
Yeah, uh
(Uh) Rio, uh

Whoa-oh, when my baby (when my baby)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (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 Janeiro

Rio De Janeiro
Rio De Janeiro
Rio De Janeiro
Rio De Janeiro