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