Jumento Celestino

Whose donkey is this?
Whose donkey is this?
Whose donkey is this?
Oh, boy
It's not a donkey, it's a mule

It was tough in Bahia, working as a farm laborer
Working day and night, that's not what I wanted
I came to São Paulo
I came on the back of a mule, with little knowledge
Facing rain and wind and letting out some stinky farts (oops, butt!)
Even my butt got calloused

Arriving in the capital, some cool buildings
The ladies showing interest, but my mule was in bad shape
Needing a makeover
I painted it, imported four horseshoes
Even changed its dentures and, to complete the beauty
I installed a Roadstar

Riding full throttle with the mule
I ran a red light and collided with a mule
I flew off, like a rocket
I didn't crack my head open because I was wearing a helmet
I got up, the mule's owner yelling
People around, all staring, and no one to help me
I limped away and the crowd gathered
In unison, all shouting: Bahian, you're gonna die

After this suffering, the biggest disappointment
To add to my lament, my mule left
And left me with the installments
And today I regret having immigrated
I go back home screwed, with a bunch of nicknames
The nicest one is Big Head