Stop dragging your clog
Because clogs were never sandals
And take off the white scarf from your neck
Buy shoes and tie
Throw away this razor that hinders you
With a hat on this pussy's side
I want you to escape from the police
Doing a samba-canção
I already gave you paper and pencil
Get yourself some love and a guitar
Trickster is a defeatist word
That only serves to take away
All the value of the samba singer
I propose to the civilized people
Don't call you a scoundrel
And yes, a loose boy