Pois É, Seu Zé

Lately
I've been yelling at everything, even dogs
And the crowd's cheering, asking for an encore
With a drink and a shot
Sometimes a toothpick
And the crowd's cheering, asking for an encore

I'm doing so well
I can tie a knot in a raindrop
I only quench my thirst when I cry
A little for my sorrow
'Cause the crowd still cheers
Still asks for an encore
The crowd just wants to be happy
The crowd still cheers
Still asks for an encore
The crowd just wants to be happy

That's right, Mr. Zé!
You got it!

The tightrope's made me a performer
And the crowd's cheering, asking for an encore
I comb through life and death
I'm a juggler
And the crowd's cheering, asking for an encore

But I don't complain about this luck
I'm a comfort seeker
And they already call me a true artist
'Cause the crowd still cheers
Still asks for an encore
The crowd just wants to be happy
The crowd still cheers, still asks for an encore
The crowd just wants to be happy

(Will he take the throne or not?)
(He deserves it! He deserves it!)
(Beautiful! Oh, how beautiful!)