One, one night in Rio (in Rio) Two, two days in LA...LA (LA) We have a short, short stop in Moscow but there was no, (no), no time to stay (to stay, to stay, to stay....)
Well, we had to meet this promoter in New York. So we met at the Hilton Hotel at the lobby. He said we have to leave immediately to terminate. So we hired a cab, when I saw the cab I tought I came offended because this little cab was just a misabuse, a shit of car, I'm used to ride Limousines, luxury cars with all my stuff, I've been on one suitcase, two pairs of shoes and three backup singers... I'm used to this, I NEED THIS, anyway... This driver had no idea how to get to the airport, because on the 14th street he took a left turn instead of a right turn and I was really mad and I was just "HEY MAN! we have to be at the airport in a few moments, so how we can do that? 'cause the flight leaves to...Berlin"
One, one fancy cocktail (in the sky) Two, two pieces of lemon Three, three crying babies (next to me) And after Four drinks, they won't serve no more.
Well, after a flight of seven hours in an comedy-class I was really mad, three crying babies, and no more liquour and no sleep. So finally we arrived in Berlin. It was raining, of course. So nobody is picking us up, so where the hell are these guys?. Anyway, let's go for the luggage... I went down and... there was no luggage! Where is my luggage? So I waited for half-an-hour for my luggage, so went down to the counter and said "excuse me, where is my luggage who flew from New York to Berlin? So he looked in his computer and he said: "Sir, it's on the way to LA".
I had one, one... one bedroom apartment. There were two, two things on my mind I wanna go back,(back!) back to my luggage I wanna leave, (leave) leave, this place behind.
Ok, I'm sit down on the airplane to Los Angeles to get my luggage back. It's quiet and next to me is a friendly guy from Irak or somewhere so we talked and I wanted to show my pictures on my boat, and guess what? I found out that I forgot my wallet in my apartment, in Berlin... and here I am, no cash, no credit cards and now I'm wearing a suit for FOUR DAYS. Suddenly the nice guy beside my jumps out with a pistol in his hand, runs to the cockpit, and demands that the pilot has to go to ... RIO DE JANEIRO!
And one, just one night in Rio Two, too tired to complain Three, three stamps on my passport For you it may sound funny (well), but I was in pain.
Allright, after 26 hours, we were rescued by a Brazilian Attack Hero Squad. Nice guys, by the way. Later at the gate, I saw this beautiful lady smiling at me; I go over there and talked to her, and she invites me dinner into her house, sounds like I have a chance to shave.
And there's one, one night in Rio (Rio) We had two, two glasses of Champagne, (champagne) And after three, three minutes of talking, We made love...again and again (again, again, again, again...).
Whoa, it's four o'clock in the morning and I am getting a little rest, you know what I am saying, it was a rough night. My cellphone rings it's Mayon Steve he's telling he's riding in my boat in Malibu with all my luggage, thank God!, later go to Honolulu, I get dressed, go to the airport, pick up my ticket 'cause I got to go back, back to LA.