Mexe, Mexe / Muleca / Cumade e Cumpade

Party in the countryside is beyond good
The accordion player is the one who commands the sound
We dance country style
Drinking beer and eating snacks

At midnight nothing is forbidden
Married women change husbands
The joker turns off the lamp
And the papaya masher becomes more fun

It's the move, move
Everyone gets ready
Does what they can
It's a kiss, kiss

And in this fight
Everyone's dizzy
I'm not a saint
I'm also in the middle

It's the move, move
Everyone gets ready
Does what they can
It's a kiss, kiss

And in this fight
Everyone's dizzy
I'm not a saint
I'm also in the middle

Stick, stick to the doll's waist
The twister goes crazy to dance
Stick, stick to the doll's waist
Make a train and make a doll
And let the body sway

Stick, stick to the doll's waist
The twister goes crazy to dance
Stick, stick to the doll's waist
Make a train and make a doll
And let the body sway

After the move, move
Shake it and shake it
I'm stuck to the doll's waist

After the move, move
Shake it and shake it
I'm stuck to the doll's waist

Move here, move there
I want to see your belly button sweat
Move here, move there
Just in your shoes until dawn

Wear the Saint-Tropez pants
That leaves the belly button out
Join the circle and shake
Shaking non-stop

It's generation, generation
Coca-Cola generation
Wets the pants all the time
From so much rubbing

With low body skirt
With belly out
Join the circle and shake
Shaking non-stop

It's generation, generation
Sixties generation
That almost breaks
From so much rubbing

So sway
Rub, sway
Rub on the godfather

He gets up
And lights up, lights up
The godmother's fire

So sway
Rub, sway
Rub on the godfather

He gets up
And lights up, lights up
The godmother's fire

And go forward
Swaying, rubbing
Shaking to the ground

Go with your little butt
Moving your waist
Without letting it fall to the ground

And go forward
Swaying, rubbing
Shaking to the ground

Go with your little butt
Moving your waist
Without letting it fall to the ground

And wear the Saint-Tropez pants
That leaves the belly button out
Join the circle and shake
Shaking non-stop

It's generation, generation
Coca-Cola generation
Wets the pants all the time
From so much rubbing

And with low body skirt
With belly out
Join the circle and shake
Shaking non-stop

It's generation, generation
Sixties generation
That almost breaks
From so much rubbing

So sway
Rub, sway
Rub on the godfather

He gets up
And lights up, lights up
The godmother's fire

So sway
Rub, sway
Rub on the godfather

He gets up
And lights up, lights up
The godmother's fire

And go forward
Swaying, rubbing
Shaking to the ground

Go with your little butt
Moving your waist
Without letting it fall to the ground

And go forward
Swaying, rubbing
Shaking to the ground

Go with your little butt
Moving your waist
Without letting it fall to the ground