Carnaval Divinal (Frevo de Bloco) - Coral Feminino Mocambo

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Well, if you ever plan to motor west Just take my way that's the highway that's the best Get your kicks on route 66 Well, it winds from Chicago to L.A. More than two thousand miles all the way Get your kicks on route 66 Well, it goes from St. Louis down to Missouri Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California trip Get your kicks on route 66 Well, it goes from St. Louis down to Missouri Oklahoma City looks oh so pretty You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California trip Get your kicks on route 66 Get your kicks on route 66 Get your kicks on route 66

Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Your blown out brains You can talk about me Scorn my name You can steal my women And that don't mean a doggone thing If you don't believe I won't do it Away from the sea out of wit You're crazy mama, ah yeah Well your old times religion Is just as superstition You gonna pay high prices For your sacrifices, yes you will child Well your blood and thunder Sure can't faze me none If your gonna keep on coming I got to take it all head on If you don't believe I won't do it I walk out of steal of wit Your crazy mama, oh yeah I don't think I ain't though about it Sure makes my shackles rise And cold blood murder Make me want to draw the line Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain You're plain psychotic Plain insane If you don't believe I won't do it Oh, wait for the speed of the bullet You're crazy Mama You're crazy Mama, oh yeah Yeah, you're crazy Mama Woo-ho Ay-yo Thank you very much lovelies You're all beautiful You're lookin' lovely Yeah, yeah, you can do You can do what you like You can stand on your head And you know you can throw things at each other Yeah just sit down If you wanna dance We'll bring the other piano you can

Papa says yes, mama says no Make up you mind 'cause I gotta go I'm gonna raise hell at the Union Hall Drive myself right over the wall Rip this joint, going to save your soul 'Round and 'round and 'round we go Roll this joint, going to get down low Start my starter, going to stop the show Yeah, oh yeah! From San Jose down to Santa Fe Kiss me quick, baby, won'tcha make my day Down to New Orleans with the Dixie Dean Across to Dallas, Texas with the Butter Queen Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too Some brand new steps and some weight to lose Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low 'Round and 'round and 'round we'll go Ying yang, you're my thing Oh, now, baby, won't you hear me sing Flip Flop, fit to drop Come on baby, won't you let it rock? Mister President, Mister Immigration Man Let me in, sweetie, to your fair land I'm Tampa bound and Memphis too Short Fat Fanny is on the loose Rip this joint, gonna rip yours too Some brand new steps and some weight to lose Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low 'Round and 'round and 'round we'll go Wham, bam, Birmingham Alabama don't give a damn Little Rock fit to drop Ah, let it rock Oh yeah Ah yo! Gonna roll this joint, gonna get down low