[Verse] In a carnival of colors, under a southern moon, Donald sighs with a jazzy tune, From the heart of Mexico to Brazil's samba queens, He cries for lost dreams and in-between. [Bridge] With a trumpeter’s call and a digeridoo groan, Balkan beats make the world feel home; A ballalaika strums as the morse code sings, Cha-cha-cha dances while the ham radio rings. [Chorus] Cry Donald, cry, let the world know why, In the rhythm of the night, through joy and sky, From merenge dreams to dixie’s flair, Cry Donald, cry, we’re dancing everywhere.
