Reggae do Manêro

If I wear the rolled-up sleeve of my shirt
The very torn baggy pants, it's because I'm a rascal
If I go downtown on Sunday
I use just a drop of perfume
That makes the whole building stink
There's a round comb
You ask me, I answer
I drink cachaça with Dominga, dancing, enjoying Wando
And I can't even get up to change the record
An old animal full of bad scratches is no good for fanning
I'm eating well at the slow death restaurant
The cook is a disgusting woman
Who keeps wiping her nose on her apron
I'm feeling sick, I miss my mom

Oh mom! See if you can send me some money
I'm in the bathroom
And there's not even toilet paper to shit
Oh mom! Your son is cool
Here abroad, no woman
Gives me

I don't know who shaved my hair
It clogged the toilet, clogged
Oh, my God!
Oh oh ah ah...uh

You're handsome
You're handsome
You're too handsome
You're a cool guy
You're handsome
You're handsome
You're too handsome
More handsome than the whole world

You're handsome
You're handsome
You're too handsome
You're handsome