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...
