Amiga, 'cê 'tava bebaça Subindo na mesa, virando garrafa Tomou tudo, tomou fora Só não tomou vergonha na cara Tomou tequila, tomou cerveja Diz que aguenta bebida Tomou duas seguidas Perna bambeou Ainda não lembrou

Bambro, koyo ganda

In my Chevrolet My box Chevrolet Got that Glock laid in my lap In case you want to play Let's go get you all cleaned up And ride around all day I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say

Que triste fue decirnos adiós Cuando nos adorábamos más Hasta la golondria emigro Presagiando el final Que triste luce todo sin ti, Lo mares de las playas se van Se tiñen los colores de gris Hoy todo es soledad. No sé, si vuelva a verte después,

She says wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul She said come along with me, to a land of

Hold your hand in the car Write a love song that makes you cry Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground 'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by When you see a deer you see Bambi And I see antlers up on the wall When you see a lake you think

Swimmin' after me Timbuktu to Bamako Swimmin' into the deep blue sea My baby back Down the road I go Oh, rollin' on, oh, rollin' on Oh, I wish I was a catfish I'd have all the good lookin' women Cause these blues, oh, these blues

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Alabama, ah ah ah Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland