Feira de Mangaio

Rollin' smoke, saddled up tight
I got everything to sell, who wants to buy?
Corn cake, sweet bread, and coconut candy
I got it for sale, who wants to buy?
Peanut brittle, rosemary, cinnamon
Kid, get outta here, let me work
And Zé ran off to the bird fair
And birds were flying all around

There was a little shop on the corner of the street
Where the vendor would get all hyped up
Grab a bite with some roasted fish
And check out Maria from Joá

There was a little shop on the corner of the street
Where the vendor would get all hyped up
Grab a bite with some roasted fish
And check out Maria from Joá

Horse bridle and a long tail
I got it for sale, who wants to buy?
Brown sugar, soursop
I got it for sale, who wants to buy?
Lamp wick, clay pot
Kid, I gotta go, I need to head back
Clear my field like a workhorse
My old shoes don’t wanna take me along

'Cause there’s an accordion player on the corner of the street
Playing tunes for us to dance
There’s Zefa from Purcina making lace
And the sound of the accordion never stops

But there’s an accordion player on the corner of the street
Playing tunes for us to dance
There’s Zefa from Purcina making lace
And the sound of the accordion never stops
What a hell of a party!