O Cabra Macho

On Monday I'll rent a truck,
I'll fill it with old whores and take them to Maranhão,
One spoon of rice and another of beans, I'll eat everything in the backlands of the hinterland.

The truck comes down the slope, armpit like a faucet, it turned sour just by looking,
I keep going this way with taste,
And the old whores are already screaming asking me to stop.

And I'd shift gears and rev up the engine,
The old whores screamed and complained of so much pain,

The truck popped at sixty, in this life of a donkey I never get there,
I'm a macho goat, I'm a very stinky goat, I have more than twenty children and I don't even have a place to live.
Lost I seem like a gypsy, I roam the world and only stop when I break down,
I'm a true punk goat, I'm not afraid of a platform, I'm from the cerrado but born in Ceará.

And I'd shift gears and rev up the engine,
The old whores screamed and complained of so much pain,

You never have money to pay child support,
Just to drink cachaça and put gas in the truck,
You never bought a diaper for the baby,
You never have money, but for the whore you do.
For the whore you do.

On Monday I'll rent a truck, I'll fill it with old whores and take them to Maranhão.