Conflito

Oh, what a conflict
They stole Benedito's goat
Oh, what a conflict
They stole Benedito's goat
The skin turned into a school drum
The meat of the animal went on a stick
Roasted on the grill and cold beer
Lots of drumming and liters of cachaça

Benedito noticed the goat was missing
He arrived at the party looking worried
He grabbed the barbecue guy and shook him up
He filled Zé Periquito with punches
He shot the ball, stopped the game
Which was refereed by Weird Dão
Who, seeing Benedito swinging the wood
Was left dumbfounded, swallowed the whistle

But there was this guy named Caroço
Who sucked a bone like a lollipop
Benedito grabbed him by the neck
And threw him in the well during the conflict
Worse for the guy with the tambourine
Who sang nicely and rhymed beautifully
But he got a beating, fell into the fire
And shouted for help, I'm fried, it's a conflict