You told me that you don't sing
That you don't dance or swing
But you kill it there at Cála
But you kill it there at Cála
But you kill it there at Cála
But you kill it there at Cála
Calabar gee, cála
When you see bragadá1
Baticum2 brungundum3
You manifest yourself
The tuned one of the band
Drives you haphazardly
You don't even protest
In the middle of the crowd
With your hands up
Paring the edges down
Keep singing the chorus
That you can't forget
This paraphernalia
Will still drive you crazy
From the beginning of the world
The poet spoke
A place for you
That you will still see
The change of the time
Get together to see
Already warned the neighbor
To open the window
The band will pass
Go dance at Cála
Calabar, gee, Cala
1. it's a Brazilian musical group2. Claps and tap-dance noises3. it's a Brazilian song