The Samba Police
Are always walking their beat
And if you fall out of step,
They will stomp on your feet!
They are decked out in leather.
They are decked out in chains.
They beat time with their truncheons
"Dum-da-dum" on your brains
'Cause they're the Samba Police
And they do it for fun,
And they'll give you no peace
'Till you swing "dum-da-dum".
As they move down the floor,
See them step and pull back,
As their high, heavy boots
Go "clap-a-clack clack."
There's no rest for the wicked.
There's no time to slow dance
'Cause the Samba Police
Just won't give you a chance
'Cause they're the Samba Police
And they do it for fun,
And they'll give you no peace
'Till you swing "dum-da-dum".
George Chadderdon © 2002