Papo de Samba

The dawn is coming
And here we are chatting
Chat about soccer
Chat about samba
Chat about money
Booze breath
No sign of the gang passing by

And the dew is falling
And I miss my room
My bed
My pajamas
My lady
I miss my home

It's four in the morning
And no ride has shown up
A taxi just passed by
But my money is short
Even the cops
Have given me a hard time
No one can hold back so much craziness
But every weekend
Is always an adventure

To top it off when
I get home there's a commotion
I have to heat up the food
My darling sends me to the couch
Says she's gonna leave me
And that she'll straighten me out
If I don't get my act together