without samba life's a bore
like a game without score
or a pencil with no lead and no boucing in your bed
i need samba for my head
now with samba i'm alive it's a state for which i strive
need no continental fling it's a monumental thing
and a cause of which i sing
i know no dance so apropos
that will show my sleepy coracao
in my pre sambastic day i existed in a haze
lived a life you could ignore, now i'm positively sure
with out sambalife's a bore
i hear the thunder when it's near
samba says may i fill you up with cheer
without samba where the heat
where the music there the beat
here it once you'll go in sane, as you holler tudobem
feel the samba feel no pain