Velho Galã

That old guy everyone talks about
Who’s over seventy but hasn’t lost his touch
Only goes out at night, like a bat
At home, he can’t sit still
And the old lady’s jealous

He keeps calling her a tough old broad
Chatty like a parrot
He’s a handful, no doubt
Hits the dance hall
Wears out his shoes
Takes the girls out to the woods
Comes home without his underwear

At the dance hall, the old man’s a firecracker
Dances country and western and polka
Jumps around like a little bird
At the dance hall, the old man’s a firecracker
Dances country and western and polka
Jumps around like a little bird

One of these days he came home groaning
With his ribs hurting from sleeping in the drunk tank
He was bruised from his shins to his neck
All banged up and the old lady felt sorry
Made him some mint and cinnamon tea
So the old man could sleep with her
She was wanting some romance
She’d lean in, he’d pull away
It hurts, I’m beat, I’m not up for it today

At the dance hall, the old man’s a firecracker
Dances country and western and polka
Jumps around like a little bird
At the dance hall, the old man’s a firecracker
Dances country and western and polka
Jumps around like a little bird

The old man said with all sincerity
When I go to town, it’s to see my fans
Stop the drama, cut the fuss
See, I’m still young
My old lady, I’m a Casanova

I’m immune to any rheumatism
Neither prayers nor spells can keep me from partying
I’m sure I won’t be left behind
But I want to die happy on a pretty girl’s lap

At the dance hall, the old man’s a firecracker
Dances country and western and polka
Jumps around like a little bird
At the dance hall, the old man’s a firecracker
Dances country and western and polka
Jumps around like a little bird