I will put some bebop in my samba
Only when your Uncle Sam allows me in
With my tambourine, my cuica and my zabumba
Only when he knows that a samba is not a rumba
So then, I will mix it all
Miami with Copacabana
Your chewing gun I'll mix with my banana
And then my samba's gonna hit your soul

Boroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bop
Boroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bop
Boroboroborobo, boptch-bop
What a great confusion in the hall
Boroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bop
Boroboroborobo, boptch-boptch-bop
Boroboroborobo, boptch-bop
We are dancing samba-rock'n'roll

Yes, but on the other hand
We can feel the boogie-woogie trying hard to understand
How to do a brake and shake a tambourine
Joing my Brazilian jamboree