Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Night In Rio, artist - Louie Austen. Album song Hear My Songs - The Best Of, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 27.06.2006
Record label: Kitty-yo
Song language: English
One Night In Rio |
Paroles de la chanson One night in Rio — Louie Austen: |
One, one night in Rio, |
Two, two days in LA |
We had a short, a short stop in Moscow |
But there was no, no time to stay |
We’ll had to meet this promoter in New York |
So we met at the Hilton Hotel at the lobby |
We said we have to leave immediately to Germany |
So we hired a cab |
When I saw the cab I thought I’ll faint! |
because this little cab |
Was jut a Mitsubishi, a shifted car |
F n! |
b! |
hjrfnnlp |
I’m used to ridin' limousines, luxury cars, with all my stuff |
A minimum 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 |
‘cause at the 14th street he took a left turn, instead of a right turn |
And I was really mad at him which us: |
Hey man we have to. |
to be at the airport in a few moments! |
So how hard can you do that! |
‘cause the flight, leaves, to Berlin! |
One, one fancy cocktail |
Two, two pieces of lemon |
Three, three crying babies |
And after four drinks, they wouldn’t serve me no more… |
Well after flying for seven hours in economy class |
I was really mad, three crying babies |
And no more liquor, and no sleep |
So finally we arrived in Berlin |
It was raining, of course |
So nobody’s picking us up |
‘cause where the hell are these guys? |
But anyway, so let’s go get the luggage |
And we went down and, there was no luggage, there was no luggage! |
So I waited half an hour for my luggage |
So I went down to the counter and said: excuse me, where is my luggage? |
We flew from New York to Berlin |
So he looked into 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 want to go back, back to my luggage |
I want to leave, leave this place behind |
Ok, I’m sitting at the airplane to Los Angeles to get my luggage back |
It’s quiet and next to me there is a friendly guy from Morocco or somewhere |
So we talk, and I wanted to show him the pictures of my boat, and guess what? |
I find out, that I forgot my wallet in the apartment, in Berlin! |
And here I am, no cash, no credit cards, not wearing a suit, for four days! |
Suddenly, the nice guy beside me jumps up with a pistol in his hand! |
Runs to the cockpit and demands that the pilot has to go to Rio de Janeiro! |
One, just one night in Rio |
Too, too tired to complain |
Three, three stamps in my passport |
For you it might sound funny |
But I was in pain |
All right after twenty six hours |
We got rescued by the brazilian anti-terror squad |
Nice guys by the way |
Later at the gate, I see this BEAUTIFUL lady smiling at me |
I go over there, and talk to her |
And she, invites me to go to her house |
Sounds like, there’s a chance to shave |
And is one, one night in Rio |
We had two, two glass of champagne |
And after three, three minutes of talking |
We made love, again and again |
Aagghh, its four o’clock in the morning and I’m getting a little rest |
You know what I’ll say, hah it was a rough night |
My cell phone rings it’s my agent Steve |
He’s telling me he’s waiting on my boat in Malibu |
With all my luggage Thank God! |
Ready to go to Honolulu, I could dress, go to the airport |
Pick up my ticket |
Because I have to go back, back to LA |