Maybe you should dust off your maracas Wombat
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Stand back everyone - I’ve got this…
When my baby (lovely lithium)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
De Janeiro (ministry of mines), my-oh-me-oh (my-oh-me-oh)
I go wild and then I have to do the Samba (environmental impact statement)
And La Bamba (BFS)
Now I'm not the kind of person (I’m actually a company, but carry on…)
With a passionate persuasion for dancin' (happy to dance a little jig, but let’s get into it)
Or roma-ancin' (We don’t want to spend too long with sweet talk - drill me!)
But I give in to the rhythm (the rhythmic sound of money changing hands is dizzying…)
And my feet follow the beatin' of my hear-eart (it’s nearly given out)
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby (an expensive white powder)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
De Janeiro (didn’t we do this already - surely we’re done?)
I'm a Salsa fellow (I can’t wait to dance with the minister of portfolio)
When my baby smiles at me (the Prez likes the cut of our jib)
The sun'll lightens up my li-ife (woo hoo, we have ministry of mines approval)
And I am free at last, what a blast (we’ll soon be mining!)
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby (lovely lithium)
When my baby smiles at me (they gave me a look - ML must be imminent!)
I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle (drill me baby)
There on the hot sand (it’s heating up in here)
And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a (Zinjin plots a plot)
We-ee make love-a (pineapples abound and my arse hurts. There’s a fine line between pleasure and pain)
Now I'm not the type to let vibrations (spidey sense is a-tingling)
Trigger my imagination easily (Zinjin misinformation will do that to you)
You know that's just not me (Is it just me, or are we fucked?)
But I turn into a tiger (Erection has subsided so now im looking at bike porn)
Everytime I get beside the - one I love (ministry of mines - you complete me!)
Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh, Rio - Rio (Faark, can you shove that thing in any harder?)
Yeah Ugh - Rio - Ugh (ok, ok. It hurts, but lay back and think of the divvies)
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (lithium, I love thee)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio
De Janeiro (again? Shouldn’t we make friends with CAMI?)
I'm a Salsa fellow-ow (I’m aroused again)
When my baby smiles at me (she might let us see her entire surface (rights))
The sun'll lightens you-up my li-ife (we’ll pay said surface rights and we can drill, baby, drill!)
And I am free at last, what a blast (yeah, fuck off Zinjin. Let’s mine!)
When my baby (sweet lithium)
When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (wait, what? ministry of mines playing hard to get again, this is getting silly now)
That's when I go to Rio (ministry of mines, i’m tiring of thee)
Rio - Rio De Janeir-eiro (just singing it doesn’t make it easier. CAMI, can you hear me?)
Rio, Rio, Rio (ministry of mines, ministry of mines, ministry of mines, repeat forever).
TLDR: Peter Allen will sing a jaunty tune while we get screwed. Every day, forever.