Conflito
Ai, que conflito
Roubaram o cabrito do seu Benedito
Ai, que conflito
Roubaram o cabrito do seu Benedito
O couro virou tamborim da escola
A carne do bicho entrou no palito
Assado na brasa e cerveja gelada
Muita batucada e cachaça de litro
Benedito ao dar falta do bode
Chegou no pagode com cara de aflito
Pegou o churrasqueiro e deu logo um sacode
Encheu de bolacha o Zé Periquito
Deu tiro na bola, parou a pelada
Que era apitada por Dão Esquisito
Que ao ver Benedito baixando a madeira
Ficou de bobeira engoliu o apito
Mas tinha um tal de Caroço
Que chupava um osso igual pirulito
Esse, Benedito agarrou no pescoço
E atirou no poço na hora do atrito
Pior pro cara do pandeiro
Que cantava maneiro e versava bonito
Mas ganhou uma banda, caiu no braseiro
E gritava bombeiro, me acode, eu tô frito é conflito
Conflict
Oh, what a conflict
They stole Benedito's goat
Oh, what a conflict
They stole Benedito's goat
The skin turned into a school drum
The meat of the animal went on a stick
Roasted on the grill and cold beer
Lots of drumming and liters of cachaça
Benedito noticed the goat was missing
He arrived at the party looking worried
He grabbed the barbecue guy and shook him up
He filled Zé Periquito with punches
He shot the ball, stopped the game
Which was refereed by Weird Dão
Who, seeing Benedito swinging the wood
Was left dumbfounded, swallowed the whistle
But there was this guy named Caroço
Who sucked a bone like a lollipop
Benedito grabbed him by the neck
And threw him in the well during the conflict
Worse for the guy with the tambourine
Who sang nicely and rhymed beautifully
But he got a beating, fell into the fire
And shouted for help, I'm fried, it's a conflict
Escrita por: Marcos Diniz