Super-Heróis

Today is Monday and we declared a holiday
I called Dom Paulo Coelho and we went side by side
On the corner of Augusta when it crosses with Ouvidor
I saw Silvio Santos
I saw Silvio Santos
Smiling that frank and pure smile
For a horror movie
How can I read

If I can't concentrate my attention
If what worries me in the bathroom or at work
Is the selection
(See if there's Kung Fu on the other station)

On the other corner
I cheered three times for King Faisal
People thought it was carnival
So I told Dom Paulete: I know that one there
It's not possible, it's Dom Raulzito
It's not possible, it's Dom Raulzito

Who in Brazil doesn't recognize the great chess champion?
I left discreetly disguising a possible stupidity
I ran to a corner to quietly figure out the move
(Guess who it was? Mequinho!)

In New York, everyone is happy
I saw Marlon dancing the last tango in Paris
I asked for beer and convinced the barman
Not to charge for the shell
He agreed, because I'm a star!
And from a penthouse in Leblon
Quelé waves giving that

While the people below shout
It's the King! Quelé falls from the window
That's when, at 120, Fittipaldi passes and who does he run over?
(My God! Mequinho on the ground and three more candles)

Let's cheer for the great heroes
Let's go ahead, brave cowboys
Forward! Forward! Superheroes
Hi-yo Silver!
Shazan
Kansas City, here I Come