Atlantic Avenue Wet Wet Wet

Here I am strolling down
Atlantic Avenue
With the sunlight in my eyes
Here I am and there's nothing
I would rather do
When I want some peace of mind

Oh, I leave the smoke of Rio behind
As evening starts to fly
I wanna feel the ocean breeze
Where the mountains touch the sky

So come on
Down Atlantic Avenue
Let the samba take a hold of you;
'cos I know there is no place
Like the Avenue
When the music gets a hold of you

Drive along to Ipanema
But there's always time to spare
Forget the troubles of the world
When they get too much to bear

Oh oh, wooh