Na Laje

I’m gonna confess,
I’ll confess to you all,
That always at the end of the month,
I like to celebrate too.
Since the yard is so small,
I call my crew together,
And throw the party somewhere else.

We always love to gather 'round,
Have dinner, shoot the breeze, just chill out.
I invite my whole family,
Even the old neighbor, who always brings a friend.
And all the crew that knows the spot,
Where all this goes down, come join the fun with me.

Where the girls go to soak up the sun
On the rooftop,
Where the barbecue’s fired up to cook
On the rooftop,
Where we cheer on our favorite teams
On the rooftop,
Where we enjoy a sunny Sunday
On the rooftop.

Where we throw a good old party
On the rooftop,
With the master of fun, living life to the fullest
On the rooftop,
Where we sing a love samba
On the rooftop,
Where we show off that we’re the real songwriters.
On the rooftop.