Marcos Valle

Batucada surgiu
Nem um branco ficou
Pois ser branco e ter cor
E pouco amor
Canta amor que e mais branco
Que o sorriso do negro
Que nasceu so sem cor
Cheio de amor

E vai vivendo, vendo a vida terminar
Chorando tanto por quem nunca pode amar
Mas a vida se vai e e preciso sambar
Fazer samba e viver e nao morrer

A batucada surgiu
Nem um branco ficou
A batucada surgiu
Nem um branco ficou

Amor da cabeca aos pes
E tudo que eu sou, ai aaaai
Nas luas e nas mares
Me chama que eu vou, ai aaaai
Dispenso qualquer mil-reis
Nao vejo valor, ai aaaai aaai
Me fala no ouvido dez
Besteiras de amor, ai aaaai

Se estamos no mesmo trem
A todo vapor, ai aaaai
Se a vida sem ter um bem
Tem menos sabor, ai aaaai
Vem brincar comigo, vem
Me faz um favor, ai aaaai aaai
Me fala no ouvido cem
Besteiras de amor, ai aaaai

Fala da cor do mar
Dentro do meu olhar
Tanto lugar-comum
Tao bom de se ouvir
Fala pra me agradar
So pra me divertir

Meu Deus, onde ja se viu
Etanto calor, ai aaaai
So sabe quem ja sentiu
Na pele o suor, ai aaaai
Aceleracao sutil
Ligando o motor, ai aaaai aaai
Me fala no ouvido mil
Besteiras de amor, ai aaaai

Fala da cor do mar
Dentro do meu olhar
Tanto lugar-comum
Tao bom de se ouvir
Fala pra me agradar
So pra me divertir

Meu Deus, onde ja se viu
Etanto calor, ai aaaai
So sabe quem ja sentiu
Na pele o suor, ai aaaai
Aceleracao sutil
Ligando o motor, ai aaaai aaai
Me fala no ouvido mil
Besteiras de amor, ai aaaai
Ai aaaai, ai aaaai, ai aaaai, ai aaaai . . .

Hey Maria Papa said
You better go to bed
Maria Mama said
You better go to bed
And little sister said
You better go to bed
The older brother said
You heard what Papa said
You better say goodnight
You better shut the light
And Papa told you no
You can't go out tonight
But Papa didn't know
Maria had a date
And couldn't let him wait

So in a little while
She waited till the lights were low
She went out the window to her beau, and so

There's a lot of huggin' then
A lot of kissin' then
A lot of huggin' him
A lot of kissin' him
A lot of happy talk
A lot of moon above
But very little time
But very little time
To make a lot of love
To make a lot of love
Which is a normal thing
To make a lot of love
For it was summertime
When all the crickets sing
And in the summertime

When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repetoire for long

Suddenly the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the cousin came
And even dozencame
And I can tell you this
Do-do-do-do

When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repetoire for long

Suddenly the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you

Suddenly the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you

Suddenly the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the cousin came

Hey Maria Papa said
You better go to bed
Maria Mama said
You better go to bed
And little sister said
You better go to bed
The older brother said
You heard what Papa said
You better say goodnight
You better shut the light
And Papa told you no
You can't go out tonight
But Papa didn't know
Maria had a date
And couldn't let him wait

So in a little while
She waited till the lights were low
She went out the window to her beau, and so

There's a lot of huggin' then
A lot of kissin' then
A lot of huggin' him
A lot of kissin' him
A lot of happy talk
A lot of moon above
But very little time
But very little time
To make a lot of love
To make a lot of love
Which is a normal thing
To make a lot of love
For it was summertime
When all the crickets sing
And in the summertime

When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repetoire for long

Suddenly the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the cousin came
And even dozencame
And I can tell you this
Do-do-do-do

When anyone's in love
The crickets sing a happy song
But they didn't do their repetoire for long

Suddenly the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you

Suddenly the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you

Suddenly the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the uncle came
And then the cousin came
An even dozen came
And I can tell you this
It was a dirty shame
Because the Papa came
And then the Mama came
And then the sister came
And then the brother came
And then the cousin came

Diga sim pra mim primeiro
Diga sim eu vi primeiro
Diga sim de corpo inteiro
Diga sim...

Mas e mentira... tchup tchu, e mentira
Iiiiha... tchup tchu, e mentira

Eu nao quero ter ciumes
Eu nao quero ter queixumes
Quero e ter...

Voce na minha... tchup tchu, sem mentira
Iiiiha... tchup tchu, sem mentira

Diga que que quem po podem
Diga que que quem popo
Diga que que quem po podem
Diga que...

Mas e mentira... tchup tchu, e mentira
Iiiiha... tchup tchu, e mentira

Eu nao quero ter ciumes
Eu nao quero ter queixumes
Quero e ter...

Voce na minha... tchup tchu, sem mentira
Iiiiha... tchup tchu, sem mentira

O seu site na rede acessei
Voce mandou mensagem, eu mandei
Pela internete, voce me diverte
Fala de umas coisas que eu nem sei

Hoje logo depois que eu acordei
A primeira coisa que eu pensei
Pela internete voce me promete
Sera aquilo tudo que eu sonhei

O seu site na rede acessei
Voce mandou mensagem, eu mandei
Pela internete voce me diverte
Fala de umas coisas que eu nem sei

O que vai fazer nessa sexta-feira?
Sera que a gente poderia se encontrar
A gente sai pra falar besteira
E de repente a gente pode se gostar

O seu site na rede acessei
Voce mandou mensagem, eu mandei
Pela internete voce me diverte
Fala de umas coisas que eu nem sei

Hoje logo depois que eu acordei
A primeira coisa que eu pensei
Pela internete voce me promete
Sera aquilo tudo que eu sonhei

O que vai fazer nessa sexta-feira?
Sera que a gente poderia se encontrar
A gente sai pra falar besteira
E de repente a gente pode se gostar

Se voce quer grilo, tem
Se quiser rio, tem
E se quiser tambem
Ate cabana tem
Uma lareira, tem
Um violao tambem
Um passarinho, tem
Mas se voce quiser
Morar na praia, vem
Um automovel, tem
Cabeleireiro, tem
E vira a gente bem
Copacabana, tem
Biriba a noite, tem
E quando a Lua vem
Jantar no iate, bem
Eu faco o que voce quiser
Se voce for minha ate morrer
Mulher . . .

Bem, eu faco o que voce quiser
Se voce for minha ate morrer
Mulher . . .

Se voce quer grilo, tem
Se quiser rio, tem
E se quiser tambem
Ate cabana tem
Uma lareira, tem
Um violao tambem
Um passarinho, tem
Mas se voce quiser
Morar na praia, vem
Um automovel, tem
Cabeleireiro, tem
E vira a gente bem
Copacabana, tem
Biriba a noite, tem
E quando a Lua vem
Jantar no iate, bem
Eu faco o que voce quiser
Se voce for minha ate morrer
Mulher . . .

Bem, eu faco o que voce quiser
Se voce for minha ate morrer
Mulher . . .