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...