Nossa Copacabana

Strolling through Copacabana
Among tropical waves
Homeless, hookers, and cool folks
Holy Mary, we’re all the same

The kid’s on lookout, tourists and cops
The cabbie from Santana and the passenger who came to see the sea

I take Princess Isabel, head down Barata Ribeiro
Sex, love, and cash, good times, and fun
An old lady leaving bingo, another doing her shopping
On a beautiful Sunday, when I cross Siqueira
And there’s heat, there’s loneliness, there’s lots of sun and crowds
There’s New Year’s chaos, there’s confusion, there’s beach volleyball and tradition

But the beach is always there, just gotta show up
Let’s dive in, let’s cool off, then dry off in Copacabana

Copacabana