It isn't for being in your presence
My dear boy
But you are wrong
But you are getting worse
It is 10 o’clock, the samba’s hot
Leave the brunette happy
Leave the girl to samba in peace
I don’t want to flatter ("throw confetti")
But I have to say
You are really difficult
You are sick
And if you continue so introverted
With this grumpy face ("husband's face")
The girl can get bored
Behind a sad man there is always a happy woman
And behind this woman a thousand men, always so kind
So for your own good
Either turn her head or you deserve the girl you have
I don’t know whether to be exultant
My dear boy
But here no one puts up with more
Three o’clock, the samba’s hot
Leave the brunette happy
Leave the girl to samba in peace
Behind a sad man there is always a happy woman
And behind this woman a thousand men, always so kind
So for your own good
Either turn her head or you deserve the girl you have
It isn't for being in your presence
My dear boy
But you’re wrong
But you’re getting worse
It is 6 o’clock, the samba’s hot
Leave the brunette with the crowd
Leave the girl to samba in peace