I can get out of here to get organized
I can get out of here to disorganize
I can get out of here to get organized
I can get out of here to disorganize
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A robbed man is never wrong
From mud to chaos, from chaos to mud
A robbed man is never wrong
The sun has burnt, has burnt, the river's mud
And I saw a fiddler crab slowly walking
I saw a tree crab going back and forth
I saw a crab walking south
It got out of the mangrove and became a rat
Hey Josué, I've never seen such disgrace
The more poverty there is, the more vulture threats too
I've got a hamper, I went to market
To steal tomatoes and onions
An old lady was passing by
And took my carrot away
Here old lady, let me keep the carrot
With an empty stomach I can't get to sleep
And what a fuller tummy I started thinking
That by getting organised I can disorganise
That by disorganising I can get organised
That by getting organised I can disorganise
That by disorganising I can get organised