I Go To Rio

(Phone rings)
 Hello?
 Hello, Bill. This is Pablo
 Where are you?
 I won't be able to make it today
 Because I'm at the bottom of the pool
 (Hang up)
 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 monkeys 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 ohh
 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
 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