Chewing Gun With Banana کے بول

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