The conga is calling.
Let's go there,
because the tamba is playing.
Today we're going to dance the samba.
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-yah,
ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-yah...
Since there was
our King Negro-o-oh...
Nobody ever danced the samba,
nobody ever sang...
O-o-o-oh,
o-o-o-oh...
A lament or a song of love...
Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-yah,
ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-yah...
Since there was
our King Negro-o-oh...
Nobody ever danced the samba,
nobody ever sang...
O-o-o-oh,
o-o-o-oh...
A lament or a song of love...