Pisa No Pilão

Step on the pestle, boom, hey! Step on the pestle, there
Step on the pestle, boom, hey! Step on the pestle, there

Step on the pestle my dear, crush the corn for
Cornmeal to make cornmeal, hey, step on the pestle, cabocla I want
To see you shake inside your clothes, boom, boom, boom, boom
Throw your hips forward and backward, boom, boom, boom, boom
Dig your hand into the pestle and hit harder

If January is a rainy month, February is for planting
In March the corn grows, in April it will tassel
In May it's dolling in June it's good for roasting
But in July the corn is dry and it's time, brown girl, to pound

Step on the pestle, boom, hey! Step on the pestle, there
Step on the pestle, boom, hey! Step on the pestle, there

Step on the pestle my dear, crush the corn for
Cornmeal to make cornmeal, hey, step on the pestle, cabocla I want
To see you shake inside your clothes, boom, boom, boom, boom
Throw your hips forward and backward, boom, boom, boom, boom
Dig your hand into the pestle and hit harder

In my boyhood days
On the farms of the backlands
I liked to spy
The women at the pestles
Shaking their beauty, pounding like
Two black women in the middle of the sun
Beating the pestle gives a lot to see

Step on the pestle, step on the pestle
Step on the pestle, boom, boom, there