Manuel, went to heaven
Manuel, went to heaven
On his way to work, tired, at six in the morning,
listening on the radio, panties and brassiere.
That was funk music on the radio, the train was very crowded,
he thought about his salary, he felt miserable.
If I was an American,
my life wouldn't like that.
Manuel, went to heaven
Manuel, went to heaven
Day by day, he listened what his gramma usually says,
the world is fabulous, but human beings are not.
That was funk music on the radio, the train was very crowded,
he thought about his salary, he felt miserable.
If I was a politician, life wouldn't like that.
No, no, no, no.