Bim boppa bim bom, bim bom bom
Bim boppa bim bom, bim bom bom
Lying on the golden sand, caipirinha close at hand
Lovely people promenade
By the Cariocas with a certain joie de vivre
My utopian Brazilian memory
Eventide and time to go
Party waiting Club Rio
Sultry dancers crowd the floor
To the catchy rhythm of a samba melody
My utopian Brazilian Memory
Longing to go back again
Grab a bag and pack and then
Feel the breezes, April air
And the soothing motion of the undulating sea
My utopian Brazilian Memory
My utopian Brazilian Memory
My utopian Brazilian Memory