Super-Heróis

Today is Monday and we declared a holiday
I called Dom Paulo Coelho and we went side by side
At the corner of Augusta where it crosses Ouvidor
Would you believe I saw Sílvio Santos?
Would you believe I saw Sílvio Santos?
Smiling that honest and pure grin
Like it’s a horror movie

How can I read
When I can’t focus my attention
When what worries me in the bathroom or at work
Is the selection
(See if there’s Kung Fu on the other channel)

At the other corner
I cheered three times for King Faisal
The crowd got confused thinking it was carnival
So I told Dom Paulete: I know that guy over there
No way, Dom Raulzito
No way, Dom Raulzito
Who in Brazil doesn’t recognize the great ace of chess?

I sidestepped, hiding a possible foolishness
I ran to a corner to quietly figure out the move
(Guess who it was? Mequinho!)

In New York, everyone’s happy
I saw Marlon dancing the last tango in Paris
I ordered a beer and convinced the bartender at the dive
Not to charge for the damn glass
He agreed, 'cause I’m a star!

And from a penthouse in Leblon
Quelé waves giving that
While the crowd below shouts
It’s the King! Quelé falls from the window
That’s when, at 120, Fittipaldi passes and who does he hit?
(My God! Mequinho on the ground and three more candles)

Let’s cheer for the great heroes
Let’s move forward, brave cowboys
Onward! Onward! Superheroes
Ai-oh Silver!
Shazam
Kansas City, here I come