Homem Tem Que Ter Mulher

I left home late in the afternoon
To take one in your mané
The appetizer was margozinha
And the taste was sarapaté
We only talked about football
A bit of rock and roll
And the price of coffee

I got involved in that game
And a drunken affair went up to the coité
I arrived home early in the morning
With a swollen head and on all fours
If I didn't have a good lady
slept outside
Or in the cabaret

That's why I say it and I say it with faith
That a man has to have a woman
That a man has to have a woman
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
You have to have a woman

That's why I say it and I say it with faith
That a man has to have a woman
That a man has to have a woman
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
There must be a woman

But the next day see how attentive
I have no boredom for a good party
I was invited to a wedding
From an old friend
At the riverside

There was a circle there, there was a guitar player
Accordion and tambourine
And a good challenge
It had everything and everything was free
I entered the cachaça without having any shivers

I arrived home with fire in the torch
Calling a dog a bunch
And uncle's cock
And on that day my good lady
Left me out
Sleeping in the cold

And yet I say with faith
That a man has to have a woman
That a man has to have a woman
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
You have to have a woman

And yet I say with faith
That a man has to have a woman
That a man has to have a woman
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
You have to have a woman