Bambo do Bambu

Look at the bamboo from the bamboo tree, bamboo, bamboo
Look at the bamboo from the bamboo tree, bamboozle
Look at the bamboo from the bamboo tree, bamboolala
I want to hear you say three times
Bamboozle, bamboolala

I went to a feast at Zé Pequeno's house
The table was out in the open for everyone to fit
There was cutlery of all kinds
There were more men than women
But there was just nothing to eat, bamboo

At said feast mentioned above
Women who had husbands
Didn't struggle at all
Because those darn ladies, to avoid starving
Each one ate her man
They didn't have indigestion, bamboo

I know a man who has 17 children
Who put them all to work
For the police to employ
His wife, still promising in beauty
To give birth to seventeen
And then stop, bamboo