Pelo Telefone

The boss of the party
Called me up to say
That with some joy
Don’t question how to play

The boss of the party
Called me up to say
That with some joy
Don’t question how to play

Oh, oh, oh
Leave your sorrows behind, my friend
Oh, oh, oh
Get sad if you can, and you’ll see

Oh, oh, oh
Leave your sorrows behind, my friend
Oh, oh, oh
Get sad if you can, and you’ll see

Hope you get your ass kicked
So you never do that again
Taking love from others
And then casting your spell

Hope you get your ass kicked
So you never do that again
Taking love from others
And then casting your spell

Oh, if the little dove, sir, sir
Got tangled up, sir, sir
It’s that the little bird, sir, sir
Never danced, sir, sir
Because this samba, sir, sir
Is spine-tingling, sir, sir
Shake your legs, sir, sir
But make it fun, sir, sir

The turkey told me
If the bat saw
Not to act foolish
So I’d just get out
Of this weirdness
Of gossip and chatter

Ah! Ah! Ah!
Here’s the perfect, triumphant song
Oh, oh, oh
Long live our carnival without rivals

If those who take love from others
Were punished by God
The world would be empty
And hell would be full

Do you want to or not, sir, sir
Join the crowd, sir, sir
Be a partygoer, sir, sir
With your heart, sir, sir
Because this samba, sir, sir
Is spine-tingling, sir, sir
Shake your legs, sir, sir
But make it fun, sir, sir

Whoever has good taste
Show you’re ready
Don’t look for a crutch
Keep a smile on your face
Make your face joyful
No room for sadness

Oh, oh, oh
Dance the samba
With passion, my love
Oh, oh, oh
Because those who dance
Feel no pain or heat