Tutti Buona Gente

I'm a pure Bahian but my father is Italian
They are all good, all good, all good people
Here everything is mixed, everything is strange
But all good, all good, all good people

Arrange an engagement and the boy is married
But all good, all good, all good people
The engagement is agreed but with a low salary
They are all good, all good, all good people

And if there's a fight and a knife fight
Everything ends in laughter
Because to the sound of the bandolino
We always sing like this

A voice from Naples, beautiful Naples
The song of the tarantella
Where love is most spoken
And for this reason it is sought

Who remembers Juliano, that great Italian
They are all good, all good, all good people
And if you go to the fair, be very careful with your wallet because
They are all good, all good, all good people

In Rio de Janeiro there are many engineers
They are all good, all good, all good people
Who eat the lieutenant from downtown to Leme
Everything trembles, everything trembles, trembles

If you walk carelessly
In a little while you will be robbed
And to the sound of the batucada
We always end up with nothing

Once from Naples, beautiful Naples
The song of the tarantella
Because everyone, everyone, everyone
Everyone, all good people

All good, all good
All good people