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
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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To Be Good Is To Be Alive: Anos 80
Novo Millennium: Gilberto Gil
A Arte de Gilberto Gil
Revisitado - De Louvação 1967 a Refavela 1977
I Love MPB: Gilberto Gil
Salvador 1962 - 1963