Drunk Blues

Why would eat, if I can drink?
Why be home baby, if I may be drunk where I don’t know anyone?
Why choose a way, if I can choose between whiskey and beer

Have you ever tasted cachaça?
It makes you feel like the samba hosts courting the flag-bearers
But just don’t drop it in the wrong way of the gullet
It is so good, I’ll take one more

Why a futile company, if I had a good bourbon?
I can even fall in love with you today
Normally I’m not even say good morning
But today I’ll tell my whole story
But today, I’ll tell my whole story