Sem Dívida, Nem Dúvida
Jorge Aragão
No Debt, No Doubt
Is it a chicken or a gamecock?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
Is it a chicken or a gamecock?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
Is it a chicken or a gamecock?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
Is it a chicken or a gamecock?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
It's not like it used to be
Nana came back all proud
Her trophy tied by the feet
Upside down
For just a few bucks
When she came back from the market
She'd let the guys sip a bit
Only by the warmth of the fire
The smell of the stew
Garlic, cilantro, sautéed onions,
With all the spices, that woman
Nair, nair, nair
Never bought anything on credit
These days everything's wrapped up
You can hardly tell what it is
Is it a chicken or a gamecock?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
Is it a chicken or a gamecock?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
Back then, it was all about her
Breast, neck, gizzard
In bay leaves, with salt, with lemon
Oh, those were the days
With fork, with hand, with spoon
Is it a chicken or a gamecock?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
Is it a chicken or a gamecock?
Cluck, cluck, cluck
