SONG


They cleaned the car
As I rested my hands on the wheel
I listened to the radio
And they sang
I listened and they sang like this:

Sonaron dos FOGONAZOOO-OOOS!

They could keep the tone
They could sing
They were never out of tune
As they took the
Dust off my car

They had an enlightened second nature
Under their dirty clothes
They carried their conscience in their eyes