Come along, children
Now we're gonna have a little music, like old times
No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
No one's like my Russian boy
I have travelled 'round the world
Been [?]
There is one boy, and he is best
One so sweet, oh I am impressed
In Italy, America
The men are so rich
Brazilians taste like heaven
And I love the beach
There is just one in my heart
Bright blue eyes
Don't know where to start
No, American
No, Italian
No, Brazilian
No one's like my Russian boy
No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
He's my ecstasy of joy
(No one's like my Russian boy)
(He's my ecstasy of joy)
These Italians rest so well
They're a perfume
What a smell, ooh
And New Yorkers got big cars
But my Russian, he showed me the stars
In Italy, America
The men are so rich
Brazilians taste like heaven
And I love the beach
You know what?
I make up my mind
Yes, he's romantic
He's my only kind
No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
No one's like my Russian boy
No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
He's my ecstasy of joy
(No one's like my Russian boy)
(He's my ecstasy of joy)
No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
(No one's like my Russian boy)
No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
No one's like my Russian boy
No, Americano
No, Italiano
No, Braziliano
He's my ecstasy of joy
