Díos Cho Pague Churrusqueiro

You're following in my footsteps
It won't do you much good.
You seem like the old rooster,
Scratching its neck.

You think I'm following you
You're very mistaken
I also go after the cows
And I don't like them at all.

God damn you, damn barbecue man,
I'll have a lot to thank you for,
When I go, when I go, to your mill,
You always let me grind,
You always, you always,
Let me grind,
Oh boy, oh boy.

Don't compare me to the cows,
See if you have more respect,
What would you like to see,
Hanging from my teats.

Don't pull my tongue anymore,
You have a lot to shut up about,
Where others were hanged,
I will also be hanged.

God damn you, damn barbecue man,
I'll have a lot to thank you for,
When I go, when I go, to your mill,
You always let me grind,
You always, you always,
Let me grind,
Oh boy, oh boy.
(repeat 2x)