Olha o Tirinho
Dimas e Seus Teclados
Look at the Shot
Today I'm going to get drunk
To forget the prejudices of some fool
Today I'm going to make a mess
I'm going to party hard, I'm going to sleep in the brothel
I said today I'm going to get drunk
To forget the prejudices of some fool
Today I'm going to make a mess
I'm going to party hard, I'm going to sleep in the brothel
There's a fool saying I can't sing
That I'm out of tune, that I just talk blah blah blah
Meanwhile, my CD is selling
And people want it, let Dimas sing
There's a neighbor saying I have wings
But they're broken, that I can't fly
If you're scared, please hold the ball
I'm already spinning the rope to drag you
Then the leather cracks, the wings grow, all hell breaks loose
I'm going to show this little fool
Who's in charge here
The leather cracks, the wings grow, all hell breaks loose
I'm going to show this little fool
Who's in charge here
Look at the shot, look at the shot, look at the shot, look at the shot
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Look at the shot, look at the shot, look at the shot, look at the shot
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Look at the shot, look at the shot, look at the shot, look at the shot
Pow! Pow! Pow!
Look at the shot, look at the shot, look at the shot, look at the shot
Pow! Pow! Pow!
