I Go to Rio sing and play along

Whoa, whoa, when my baby,

when my baby smiles at me,

I go to Rio

de Janeiro.

My, oh, me, oh,

when my baby smiles at me I do the samba

and la bamba.

Now, I'm not the type of person with a passionate persuasion for dancin'

or romancin', but I give in to the rhythm and my feet follow the beating of my heart.

Whoa, whoa, when my baby,

when my baby smiles at me I go to Rio

de Janeiro.

I'm the sort of fellow,

when my baby smiles at me the sun will lighten up my life,

and I am free at last.

What a blast.

Whoa, whoa, 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 us,

we'll make alove, ah.

Now I'm not the type to let vibrations trigger my imagination easily.

You know that's just not me.

But I turn into a tiger ev'ry time I get beside the one I love.

Go!

Come on!

Rio, I love you, Rio,

Rio de Janeiro.

I'm goin' to Rio.

Whoa, whoa, when my free at last.

(Free at last.)

What a blast.

(What a blast.)

Rio de Janeiro.

Rio.

Rio!