Dona Maroca

Come on guys!

This weekend I'm going to have a barbecue at my house
You are all invited
I give the beard, and one of you gives the rest
Ah

It would be a belly full of laughter
I often laugh alone
I am the badaró, the badaró of fado
And truth
Bring the cat

Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Twenty five dicks in my ass
Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Twenty five dicks in my ass

If he gave it, he did it very well
That the cat's dick doesn't kill anyone
It doesn't kill, but it hurts
Wow, son of a trout!
It doesn't kill but it hurts
Wow, son of a trout!

On top of that, the cat is Persian
If I catch it I'll make a rug
A rug and two napkins
Damn the cat

Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Twenty five dicks in my ass
Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Twenty five dicks in my ass

Can't even walk anymore
My poor little cat
Now when he meows
Meow with longing, meow more thinly

Sss sss sss sss sss sss sss
Oh, come here kitty
If I catch you, you'll get a kick

Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Twenty five dicks in my ass
Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Twenty five dicks in my ass

If I catch your pussy
I chop it up to make sausage
But this is very inhumane
It's not my fault if your cat is gay

He's a faggot, and he pisses all over my curtains
The curtains that my mother-in-law... Beautiful

Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Twenty five dicks in my ass
Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Twenty five dicks in my ass
Mrs. Maroca, your cat gave
Mrs. Maroca... Twenty five... In my ass

Twenty five dicks in my ass

Or was it twenty six?

No, not twenty, twenty six went to about twenty seven

No, not that, it was in the kitchen
It was in the microwave, the awning is missing
Twenty eight

No, wait a minute, the cat, it can't be
That the cat is all destroyed
There were twenty nine at least

Thirty is no longer spoken of
Ah