Chewing gun with banana
(Versão: Gilberto Gil)
I will put some bebop in my samba
Only when your Uncle Sam allows me in
With my tambourine, my cuica and my zabumba
Only when he knows that a samba is not a rumba
So then, I will mix it all
Miami with Copacabana
Your chewing gun I'll mix with my banana
And then my samba's gonna hit your soul
Boroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bop
Boroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bop
Boroboroborobo, boptch-bop
What a great confusion in the hall
Boroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bop
Boroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bop
Boroboroborobo, boptch-bop
We are dancing samba-rock'n'roll
Yes, but on the other hand
We can feel the boogie-woogie trying hard to understand
How to do a brake and shake a tambourine
Joing my Brazilian jamboree
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