Charles, Anjo 45

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Charles
What's up
My buddy Charles
How's it going Charles?
Charles, Angel 45
Protector of the weak
And the oppressed
Robin Hood of the hills
King of the hustlers
A real man
With a lot of courage
Just because one day

Charles messed up
And unintentionally took a vacation
In a penal colony
So the foolish hustlers
Took advantage
And turned our hill into a mess
Because the hill that was heaven
Without our Charles turned into hell
But God is just and true
Before the vacation ends
Our Charles will return

Peace and joy all around
The whole hill will dance samba
Anticipating carnival
There will be drumming
A thanksgiving mass
There will be feijoada
Whiskey for sure
And many other things
Lots of fireworks
And showers of bullets in the air
For when our Charles comes back

And the whole hill will happily sing
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Charles
What's up
My buddy Charles
How's it going Charles?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Charles
What's up
My buddy Charles
How's it going Charles?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Charles, Charles, Charles, Charles, Charles