Lyrics

[Audio samples] …"Gooooaaaaaaaaaalllll Brasil!"… Stamp your feet and rock your hips, King Bandit has returned Shootout, helicopter crash, another six men burn One in nine million loves to play football Hijacked helicopter helped him scale the wall Skipped the hill from rivals who preyed upon the poor He don't sell bananas, wealthy visitors want to score Reigns supreme, the cops say he's no good Selling drugs to feed the poor, to us he's Robin Hood Tourists have an appetite for ganja and cocaine He escaped just in time, supply their needs again Televised lust, a traditional rite The sound of music ricochets for three long nights [Chorus] Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, King Bandit's gonna sweat Ring the bell, our hero's back, our benefactor's found At the foot of the hill the police stand their ground Beer flows, drums pound, slum and skyscraper meet Revelers dance naked, and there's bodies in the street [Chorus] Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, King Bandit's gonna sweat Three months of freedom, a fugitive from the law Got to take him alive, Chè martyr no more Bless the little children with nylon football shorts Fly their kites as warning, their King is never caught Socialized by compassion, yeah, crime's his occupation King Bandit for president of the Sambadrome nation [Audio samples] [Chorus] Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street Pact in the sun shade by foreign debt Amnesia in the Sambadrome, King Bandit's gonna sweat [Audio sample] …"Socrates, Goooaaaallll!!!"