A Mulher do Sanfoneiro

And the accordion player's wife
Do you know who she is?
She's the one with the pot
Of the fragrant broth
Down under the jackfruit tree
At the end of the yard
Where the drinkers gather
In a free-for-all!

If a guy asks for a drink
In the basket there's
A small fish, roasted tripe
In the basket there's
A snack of jerky
In the basket there's
But don't come with this and that
I don't agree with certain things
And the party's over

And all hell breaks loose
And all hell breaks loose
And all hell breaks loose
It's gonna break
And all hell breaks loose

And the police end the party
And all hell breaks loose
The accordion player doesn't give up
And all hell breaks loose
Hit the road, hit the road
Enough, enough of the mess
The party's over