Peixuxa (o Amiguinho dos Peixes)

Enter through the back doors
From the Atlantic Ocean a guy
In a whale, suit and tie
His name is Peixuxa
It's a friend of fish
It's people and it breathes under the sea
Sea, sea, sea
Ma, ma, ma, ma, but always with a cigar in your mouth
Go walking underwater
Go to the Mediterranean
Because there is a scheduled meeting time
With the full moon for a beautiful dinner
There are strange people beneath the world
Such as Peixuxa, short, fat, salty
There are strange people working in the back
That is not a fish but does not drown

Do, do, do, do, do, do
He is friendly with fish
Say good morning when it's day
Good night when it's night
And if it's not day and if it's not night
Peixuxa, kindly, gives Marisia
Mr. Peixuxa in the past
He was called the God of the seas
He still keeps a trident at home
And when I look
The sea with oil
I pray to Peixuxa that he catches these people