Текст и перевод песни Os Serranos - Bate Coxa no Totonho

Bate Coxa no Totonho

Tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego véio, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

Tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego véio, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

A nega Chica temperava o puchero
Pra servir no entrevero nas tantas da madrugada
Batata assada no braseiro do borraio
Feijão mexido com áio
Pra sustância da indiada

Tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego véio, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

Tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego velho, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

Tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego véio, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

E lá num canto a neta da nega Chica
Oiga mulata bonita chamarisco do bolicho
Estourou o bochincho por causa dessa danada
Pelei com o cabo da adaga
E me apoderei do cambicho

Tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego véio, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

Tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego véio, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

Tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego véio, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

Ah, tio Totonho vou e volto outro dia
Arrastar asa pras gurias lá no fundo do terreiro
Matar a fome com a bóia da nega Chica
E da sua neta bonita pelo menos levar o cheiro

Tem, tem bate coxa lá no compadre Totonho
Nego véio, medonho, bolicheiro do povoado
Fez um puxado lá no fundo do terreiro
Ali formava um entrevero e os bochinchos aporreados

Shakin' Hips at Totonho's

There's some hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.

There's some hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.

Chica, she's spicin' up the stew,
To serve at the party in the wee hours of the mornin'.
Potatoes roastin' on the drunkard's fire,
Beans stewin' with garlic,
To fill the bellies of the wild bunch.

There's some hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.

There's some hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.

There's some hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.

And over there in the corner, Chica's granddaughter,
Oh, that pretty mulatto girl, the bowling alley's sweetheart.
The music stopped 'cause of that little devil,
I fought with my dagger's handle,
And I claimed her as my own.

There's some hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.

There's some hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.

There's some hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.

Ah, Uncle Totonho, I'll be back another day,
To chase the girls way back in the yard.
To fill my belly with Chica's cookin',
And at least catch a whiff of your pretty granddaughter.

There's, there's hip shakin' goin' on at old Totonho's place,
That ol' fella, fearsome, the village's bowling champ.
He built a shack way back in the yard,
Where folks gather for a brawl and the music plays loud.