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...
---instruments---
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...
---instruments/whistles---
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!
(rio)
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...