Forró de Mané Vito

Mr. Sheriff, I say to your
Lordship
I am the son of a family
That doesn't like trouble
But the day before yesterday
At Mané Vito's forró
I had to show off
I'll explain the reason to you
Bitola on the Ganzá
Preá on the reco-reco
On Zé Marreco's accordion
They went wild to play
Here, there, everywhere
I danced with Rosinha
When Zeca de Sianinha
Prohibited me from dancing
Mr. Sheriff, without trouble
I don't fight
If nobody messes with me
I'm not a man to fight
But at this party
Mr. Doctor, I lost my temper
I had to grab my weapons
Because I don't like to be beaten
To scare Zeca
I stopped the accordion
But the guy is not easy
He wanted to come after me
I drew my knife
I blew out the lantern
I put everything in the yard
I made the party end.