Eu Não Toco Raul

In every bar we go to play
There's always a guy in the corner with a stubble
T-shirt with Che's face
A little hole where the PT star used to be

His girlfriend, you see
Indian blouse, combat boots, Saint-Tropez shorts
Asks for a piece of paper to write
Takes out a pen from her crochet bag

Sketches a napkin with a blue Bic
Writes a note like this: Play Raul!

I don't play Raul, excuse me
I believe you when you say he's cool
But I don't play Raul, don't blame me
The band values the Sidney Magal style

And that unrelated alchemist
Trips in the diary of a faker magician than a Menudo
This idolatry for Raul
Seems like that old opinion formed about everything

No use begging your guru
No use shouting: Play Raul!

I don't play Raul, excuse me
I believe you when you say he's cool
But I don't play Raul, don't blame me
The band values the Sidney Magal style

But when I become a star
With my guitar and a surfboard by my side
I want to hear you scream in a bar: Play Pedra Letícia!

I don't play Raul, excuse me
I believe you when you say he's cool
But I don't play Raul, don't blame me
The band values the Sidney Magal style

I don't play Raul, excuse me
I don't play Raul, don't blame me