Bronca Na Discoteca

Days at the disco, around Santarém
There was such a commotion but everything ended well
Everyone was on the dance floor, suddenly the light went out
And it was only by feeling around that the crowd settled

There was no codfish and no potatoes either
But there was a lot of sauce spread on the floor
No one had toothaches and no calluses either
But there were those who shouted with rising tension
There was no codfish and no potatoes either
But there was a lot of sauce spread on the floor
No one had toothaches and no calluses either
But there were those who shouted with rising tension

Inside the disco, everywhere
It was every man for himself without anyone protesting
There was even someone on the dance floor who didn't get confused
It was a 'hurry up' while the light didn't come back

There was no codfish and no potatoes either
But there was a lot of sauce spread on the floor
No one had toothaches and no calluses either
But there were those who shouted with rising tension
There was no codfish and no potatoes either
But there was a lot of sauce spread on the floor
No one had toothaches and no calluses either
But there were those who shouted with rising tension

When the light in the disco suddenly came back
It was like a bucket of cold water falling on hot coals
It even revealed a miniskirt there
Sitting on the DJ booth, thinking it was a sofa

There was no codfish and no potatoes either
But there was a lot of sauce spread on the floor
No one had toothaches and no calluses either
But there were those who shouted with rising tension
There was no codfish and no potatoes either
But there was a lot of sauce spread on the floor
No one had toothaches and no calluses either
But there were those who shouted with rising tension