Texty:
Chico Che

ouch ouch ouch It's time for me ro say this, Addressing all you guys. Exceft for all the drag queens, Who deserve a nobel prize. But the straight

This is the electric lounge No one's afraid to laugh They say, ?C'mon, man? Just let me break your back Talk about the Medellin And what's on tap What

They don't know what that scar 'bout They don't know what that bar 'bout They don't know what that candy car 'bout Or smokin' that joint 'bout Texas

Bad Boy, baby We the last standin' check the records Check the score Da Band, the next generation of bad motherfucker, come on Yo, I'm back and I'm hittin

Sweet little woman can't you see That you're the only one for me You make me feel good, so good inside Stay by me woman for the rest of my life And as

You changed my face, I think I like it better now It doesn't matter anyhow, 'cause that's the way it is You said, "Hello, where the hell you been?" I

(Chico Buarque, 1976) O que ser que ser Que andam suspirando pelas alcovas Que andam sussurando em versos e trovas Que andam combinando no breu das tocas

Strike up, up the band Makin' music is our plan Got to feel the rhythm if you can Just want to strike up, up the band Got to feel the rhythm Got to feel

Tom, get your plane right on time I know your part'll go fine Fly down to Mexico Doh-n-doh-de-doh-n-doh And here I am The only living boy in New York