Venham Mais Cinco
José Afonso
Bring Five More
Bring five more
All at once
I’ll pay up now
For the white or red
If the old man stretches
I’ll stay right here
If he’s got a bad vibe
Give him a whistle
And send him on his way
With a sword at his side
He thinks he’s a king
From here to across the sea
Don’t make me
Hit the streets
And shout
That it’s about time
To pack up my stuff
And set sail
We’ll help out
We’ll be more
I know it well
But some want to
Tear down
What I’ve built up
The blow is tough
But tougher is the reason
That holds it up
Only in this raid
There’s no room
For the sons of bitches
Don’t make me
Hit the streets
And shout
That it’s about time
To pack up my stuff
And set sail
They told me well
They warned me right
How the law was
In my hometown
Whoever climbs
The palm tree
Is the king
