BAIÃO PRO DONALD

I go to the market and see that everything is expensive
I go home hungry, snacking on commercials
And on TV, the American president continues playing war games
But this has become normal

He says he doesn't need us anymore
He says his jazz is cooler
He doesn't know that God is Brazilian
He spends his time playing the tambourine and dancing forró in the astral plane

I saw São Paulo being supported by the bass drum
Look, Saint Peter, the official accordion player!
But Latin music is prohibited at the border
They deported our band to a more tropical country

Your key doesn't work in Europe, Pedro
The lock is a digital system
Rock-rural, my dear, rock-rural, forró in the vibe every weekend
One of these days, by the bonfire of Saint John, I'm going to think it's a firework
But it's an American bomb

He says he appreciates NASA
Launches rocket to impress tourists
The man says he appreciates NASA
But on the day it expired and revealed that he has a big nose
Big nose!