Samba Rock Nacional

Somewhat Americanized, tropicalized, recorded and sung by me
In the swing of this guitar
A samba rock that I made with my heart
So pay attention, attentive to the hall
Hold your girl, my brother

For a long time I've been hearing this nonsense
That nobody knows how to samba anymore
To show you it's nonsense, it's a lie
I'm here to sing, to sing
The animal samba rock, the swing is cool
Come dance, come dance

Hold her little hand
Hold on or hold on to her waist
Swing or sway with her swing
Throw a charm just for her
Samba rock is cool, the swing is awesome
Come dance, come dance