Vai Trabalhar Vagabundo
Chico Buarque
Go Work, Bum
Go work, bum
Go work, creature
God allows everyone
A madness
Spends Sunday with family
Monday, all good
Embarks with joy
In the current
Prepare your document
Stamp your heart
Don't lose a moment
Lose your mind
You can forget the mulatto
You can forget billiards
You can tighten your tie
You'll hang yourself
You'll surrender
You'll ruin yourself
Go work
Make sure you don't fall asleep
Gather your savings
Lose the three thousand in the tale
Of the lottery
Spends Sunday in the swamp
Empty Monday
Earn at the blood bank
For another day
Beware of the viaduct
Beware of the plane
Don't lose another minute
Lose the question
Try to think about the future
In the dark, try to think
Renew your insurance
You'll expire
You'll surrender
You'll ruin yourself
Go work
Spends Sunday alone
Monday, the disaster
Without father or mother, without neighbor
In the square
You'll end up moribund
With a little patience
At the end of the back row
Of the pension
Go peacefully, oh brother
Rest in God's peace
You left home and pension
Only for yours
The kids crying
Your wife will sweat
To put another scoundrel
In your place
You'll surrender
You'll ruin yourself
You'll hang yourself
You'll expire
Go work
Go work
Go work