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Zé Davi, a drunkard, one of those barstool types
Decided to be an accordion player
In our neck of the woods
Chico Vida's band got famous in the backcountry
Wherever he played, so bad was his sound
It became a joke

Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom
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Foron fom fom

Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom
The dust was rising and the drunks were shouting
Saying, what a great band

The old leaky accordion made a fonrom fon fon
A rusty triangle, and the tambourine had no sound
The crowd was stomping, but no one heard the beat
The dust was rising, and the drunks were shouting
Saying, what a great band

Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom
Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom

Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom
The dust was rising and the drunks were shouting
Saying, what a great band

He played with his eyes closed, but the music wouldn’t come
The triangle was just a wire, and the hit didn’t ring
The zabumba had no rhythm, no one could hear the beat
'Cause the skin was torn, and the crowd was stuck
Not knowing where to go

Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom
Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom

Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom
The dust was rising and the drunks were shouting
Saying, what a great band

Come on, my little lizards
Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom
Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom

Fom, foron fom fom
Foron fom fom
The dust was rising and the drunks were shouting
Saying, what a great band