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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeChewing Gun With Banana
I will put some bebop in my sambaOnly when your Uncle Sam allows me inWith my tambourine, my cuica and my zabumbaOnly when he knows that a samba is not a rumbaSo then, I will mix it allMiami with CopacabanaYour chewing gun I'll mix with my bananaAnd then my samba's gonna hit your soulBoroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bopBoroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bopBoroboroborobo, boptch-bopWhat a great confusion in the hallBoroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bopBoroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bopBoroboroborobo, boptch-bopWe are dancing samba-rock'n'rollYes, but on the other handWe can feel the boogie-woogie trying hard to understandHow to do a brake and shake a tambourineJoing my Brazilian jamboree
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