Esporrei Na Manivela
Raimundos
I Spat on the Crank
I got on the train, I slammed the crank
Son of a bitch collector threw me out the window
I fell on all fours with my cock wide open
And a very nasty old woman sent me to the police station
The police officer looked like a faggot and told me to go fuck myself
I took it in the ass, but I took it in the wrong ass
When I least realized it was the delegate's ass
Collective is very good for healing
Because people in crowds always tend to rub against each other
With the old women, it's a leg here, a leg there
And if the pussy is poorly washed, it makes the ricotta sweat
Whether it's in the bumps or in the braking
Whether it is on curves or at entrances
These are situations that are conducive to the act of healing
In the collective, what rules is the law of the stick
Whoever has it, rubs it on others
Those who don't have it will only suffer
Your delegate
It's like this
Your delegate, release the kids
Raimundo is a good guy, your delegate
You're also into this business, doctor
What is it?
Way, rogue
Hey doctor
Let's sing rock for you
You are a good person
Rock Boy, to hell with the police chief!