Lorota Boa

I ran into a guy who messed with Maroquinha
It started in Mata Grande and ended in Lagoinha!
I ran over seven leagues, carrying as I came
Because I had a basket full of chickens on my head

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!
What a lie, what a good lie
What a lie, what a good lie

One very dark night I shot playfully
I spread sixteen lead with my slingshot
At that moment fifteen ducks were passing by the yard
Who fell dead, what a more accurate shot

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!
What a lie, what a good lie
What a lie, what a good lie

One thing here in Rio that caught my attention
Was to see how easy it is to take transportation
Everyone comfortable, whether by train or bus
And the ticket collectors, how kind they are

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!
What a lie, what a good lie
What a lie, what a good lie

I'm going to tell you now a story that happened the other day
My mother-in-law can attest that such a fact occurred
A venomous snake saw the old lady and bit her
But instead of my mother-in-law, it was the snake that died

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!
What a lie, what a good lie
What a lie, what a good lie

My cousin Zé Potoca lies so much it's pitiful
He told me he caught water, wrapped it up and tied a knot
What a darned lie, what a pointless conversation
It's all in vain, it's a big lie and a good one

Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!