Peter Allen - I Go to Rio(2011)

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 roma-ancin'
But I give in to the rhythm
And my feet follow the beatin' of my heart

Woh-ho-oh-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

Woh-ho-oh-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-a
And 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...)
Everytime I get beside the one I love (Rio)
Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh (Rio, Rio)
Yeah ugh
(Rio) ugh

Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby (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

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 Janeir-eiro
(Rio)
(Rio)
(Rio)
(Rio)