Wintertime when the city gets to me I climb on that plane at Kennedy And fly to the southern Hemisphere Where the sky is clear I abandon the bleak December chill There's nothing like Christmas in Brazil The weather's completely upside down When we touch down Now that I'm here Where do I go? Lost in Jardin Botanico The parrots are blue The sambas are slow Down in Jardin Botanico Life is easy when you're hiding from the rain Beneath banana trees The big leaves keep you dry Then you feel the evening fall Upon the cool Copacabana breeze The stars light up the sky ... Instrumental ... Now that I'm here Where do I go? Lost in Jardin Botanico The parrots are blue The sambas are slow Down in Jardin Botanico Life is easy when you're hiding from the rain Beneath banana trees The big leaves keep you dry Then you feel the evening fall Upon the cool Copacabana breeze The stars light up the sky