Mulher, Patrão e Cachaça

In a shack in the Vergueiro slum
Where we kept our instruments
We lived there, three of us

Me, Silveira's Guitar, your servant
Her, Souza's Cuíca
And Oliveira Penteado's Cavaquinho
When the cavaquinho kicked in
And the cuíca cried out
I’d jump in with the dirty stuff
And the ximangada would dance
Drinking and swaying
Day and night, night and day

In the shack when we’d jam
That wicked cuíca cried like no other
She loved my hit too much
And softly moaned
Moaned like
Someone with a little pain

All of that was for me
She moaned and looked at me like this
Like she was saying:
Hey there, my boy
And I, like a good guitar
Laid it on thick
Nailed that G major

But one day, boss, what a horror
It was the radio that announced with background music
Miss Souza's Cuíca
Married Oliveira Penteado's Cavaquinho

And something hit me in the gut
I was about to grab the cavaquinho
And the tambourine spoke to me

Don't be a fool
Don't mess it up
Woman, boss, and booze
You can find anywhere
Don't be a fool
Don't mess it up
Woman, boss, and booze
You can find anywhere