Pra que discutir com Madame

Pra que discutir com Madame

Madame diz que a raa no melhoraQue a vida piora por causa do samba,Madame diz o que samba tem pecadoQue o samba coitado e devia acabar,Madame diz que o samba tem cachaa, mistura de raa mistura de cor,Madame diz que o samba democrata, msica barata sem nenhum valor,Vamos acabar com o samba, madame no gosta que ningum sambeVive dizendo que samba vexamePra que discutir com madame.

No carnaval que vem tambm concorroMeu bloco de morro vai cantar peraE na Avenida entre mil apertos Vocs vo ver gente cantando concertoMadame tem um parafuso a menosS fala veneno meu Deus que horrorO samba brasileiro democrataBrasileiro na batata que tem valor.

Madame says that the race wont improve, that life will get worse, because of samba.Madame says that samba is sinful, that samba, poor thing, must be put to an end.Madame says that samba is cachaa*, mixing the races, mixing the colors.Madame says that the democratic samba is cheap music with no value.

Let's stop the samba! Madame does not like anyone to samba,And keeps saying that samba is shameful. Why argue with Madame?

In the next carnival I will compete. My group from up in the slums will sing opera,And on the avenue, among a thousand embraces, you'll see people singing a concerto.Madame has a screw loose. She says poisonous things, for Gods sake.The Brazilian, democratic samba is the thing that has value.

*cachaa - A Brazilian rum or brandy traditionally consumed by the poor, but more recently (as of this song's era) popular among the elite.