Bom de Taco

With a reputation for being good at pool, I went to Porto Alegre
And there on Voluntários street, I found a partner -
We went to the mini 'snook' when I got there,
With him, I played all my money.
He cried a little and I gave three balls
Five of his, two of mine in that hustle -
Later I found out he was a hustler,
And also mentioned at the same time
That my cash was going away quickly.

And there I was with only two balls in that mess,
Every shot I took, my heart pounded -
Ball goes and comes, none wanted to go in
Because the damn cue
Always bent to the side and couldn't pocket!

And there we spent the afternoon in that dispute
A tight fight and soon the night came -
And when I saw it was getting dark,
I was already seeing things getting ugly.
The hustler played like crazy
But after a while, I turned the tables
I thought to myself: the game is a school
It turns out that in one move it sticks
And I sunk three balls in the middle pocket.

When the day broke, I was terrified,
Crazy tired and feeling weak,
Around the table, I spat and smoked
And couldn't even see where the holes were.
But like every game has an outsider
At that moment, my brown-noser arrived,
In her honor, I made a move
Sunk two balls in the same shot
Showed my buddy that I'm good at pool!