[Intro: Crowing carioca male MC, crowing, loud over the crowd] Ei, ei, kiosk crew in the house Barbosa brothers, look at the water [Verse 1: Crowing carioca male MC, crowing, cocky and fast] Every June on the beach, it's the festa by the pier Every June the same eight brothers, every June the same career They got arms like anchor chain and a neck like a post They been pulling down the town since the boats left the coast Loser team gets dragged in the surf with a splash Whole village on the sand, they been laughing at the trash So this year who signed up, who was dumb, who was brave Four cooks and a cashier and two waiters on a wave We got aprons on the rope, we got flip-flops on the feet We got shrimp on the grill, we got onions in the heat And the crowd going ooh, and the brothers going ha And the old man with the whistle going, okay, valeu, bora [Hook: Crowing carioca male MC, crowing, full beach] Heels in the sand, let go on three Pull like a fool till they pull on me Rope burning hands and the tide on my knee Heels in the sand, let go on three [Verse 2: Crowing carioca male MC, crowing, straining] Whistle blew and they yanked and we went for a ride I could hear my cashier saying sorry to her pride Inch by inch, foot by foot, we was eating the sand Little waiter on the back with the rope round his hand Barbosa number one got a grin like a shark Barbosa number eight going, home before dark Crowd yelling their name and the drum on the pier And the line in the sand getting horribly near Then I looked at my cooks and I winked at the crew Said you know what we planned, and they nodded, we do I said heels in the sand, hold it, hold it, wait Let the big boys lean, let the big boys lean their weight [Hook: Crowing carioca male MC, crowing, full beach] Heels in the sand, let go on three Pull like a fool till they pull on me Rope burning hands and the tide on my knee Heels in the sand, let go on three [Bridge: Crowing carioca male MC, three-count let-go, the whole beach counting] Um, hold it Dois, hold on Tres, let it go [Verse 3: Crowing carioca male MC, crowing, victorious] Eight big men going backwards in the air Eight big men with the seaweed in their hair Splash like a whale and a wave on the pier Whole village losing it, the loudest in a year Old man with the whistle saying, that ain't in the rules Rules say losers in the water, look who's in the pool Kiosk crew on the sand with the aprons on top Selling shrimp to the brothers, and they can't even stop [Final Hook: Crowing carioca male MC, crowing, full beach] Heels in the sand, let go on three Pull like a fool till they pull on me Rope burning hands and the tide on my knee Heels in the sand, let go on three [End]
