[Intro] [Shakers, agogô bells, and a jaunty nylon-string guitar] [Verse 1] I went to see the doctor, said my brain was feeling gray He pulled out a prescription pad and sent me on my way He said, "This pill is magic, it’ll fix your mood for sure!" But the fine print on the bottle was a different kind of cure. [Chorus] It’s the Side Effect Samba, come and move your hips! With the dry-mouth whistle and the trembling lips! I’m feeling much less heavy, yeah I’m lighter than a feather But I’m sweating through my t-shirt in this freezing winter weather! Ay-ay-ay! The Samba! [Verse 2] I might lose my hair, I might gain ten pounds I might start making high-pitched whistling sounds! It causes blurred vision and a phantom smell of toast And a sudden vivid haunting by a Victorian ghost! It says: "May cause drowsiness, or extreme fits of rage" I feel like a hamster in a very sparkly cage! [Bridge] [Slower, sensual Bossa Nova tempo] Side effects include: Restless leg syndrome... Short-term memory loss... (Pause) Wait, what was the third one? (Pause) Oh well! [Guitar Solo - High energy Samba rhythm] [Chorus] It’s the Side Effect Samba, let the rhythm take control! It fixed my depression but it might have swallowed my soul! I’m calm as a cucumber, I’m steady as a rock But I haven't slept a minute since last Tuesday, four o’clock! Ay-ay-ay! The Samba! [Outro] [Fast percussion finish] (Spoken: Consult your doctor if your heart starts beating in Morse code.) [Final brass hit] [End]
