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Jackson do Pandeiro

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Jackson do Pandeiro · A Música de Jackson do Pandeiro The Music of Jackson do Pandeiro (2012)

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Composer: Jackson Do Pandeiro

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Doutor delegado, eu não tive culpa

Foi a sua criada que me convidou

Doutor dizendo que o apartamento era dela

Me pegou pelo braço para jantar com ela

O senhor compreende, viu doutor

A cabrocha é boa

Eu fiquei iludido pensando que ela fosse a patroa


Mas, doutor delegado, eu não tive culpa

Foi a sua criada que me convidou

Dizendo que o apartamento era dela

Me pegou pelo braço para jantar com ela

O senhor compreende, né, nego veio

A cabrocha é boa

Eu fiquei iludido pensando que ela fosse a patroa


Olha, eu quero ir embora, doutor

Estou muito aflito

Não me sinto bem dentro do distrito

Passe um sabão nela, doutor

Dê isso por acabado, eita!

Eu sei se houver processo eu serei condenado

Que vergonha ver meu nome no jornal

Sou de boa família e não quero deixar minha gente mal

Translation

Chief of Police, sir, it wasn't my fault

It was your maid who invited me

Sir, saying the apartment was hers

She took me by the arm to have dinner with her

You understand, you see, sir

The girl is lovely

I was deluded thinking she was the lady of the house


But, Chief of Police, sir, it wasn't my fault

It was your maid who invited me

Saying the apartment was hers

She took me by the arm to have dinner with her

You understand, right, my friend

The girl is lovely

I was deluded thinking she was the lady of the house


Look, I want to leave, sir

I'm very distressed

I don't feel well inside the precinct

Give her a good scolding, sir

Consider this over, oh boy!

I know if there's a trial I'll be condemned

What a shame to see my name in the newspaper

I'm from a good family and I don't want to bring shame to my people

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