This is the dance of the unemployed
If you haven't danced yet, it's time to learn
The new dance of the unemployed
Tomorrow the dancer could be you
And you're getting kicked in the ass, you're going
You're going to look out on the street and you'll never come back
And you're going to leave, you're going to leave, you're going to leave
With one hand in your front and the other behind
And put your hand in your pocket (There's nothing)
And put your hand in your wallet (There's nothing)
And Put your hand in your other pocket (There's nothing)
And open the fridge (There's nothing)
Go look for another job (There's nothing)
And look in the classifieds (There's nothing)
And despair starts to set in (There's nothing)
And you'll be unemployed
This is the dance of the unemployed
br/>If you haven't danced yet, it's time to learn
The new dance of the unemployed
Tomorrow the dancer could be you
And it goes down, goes down It goes
And it goes down to Paraguay
And it goes back, it goes back, it goes
Muamba of first olhaÃu00ad who Are you going?
And you're selling, you're selling, you're going
Surviving like a camelô
And you're running, you're running, you're going
The guy is coming, look dirty!...
And she turns her little bag (Go, go!)
And she takes off her panties (Go, go!)
And she turns her ass (Go, go!)
And she wins some money
And he sells the little body (Go, go!)
And he gets the milk (Go, go!)
It's the children's milk (Go, go!)
And get into this dance
This is the dance of the unemployed
If you haven't danced yet, it's time to learn
The new dance of the unemployed unemployed
Tomorrow the dancer could be you
And put your hand in your pocket (There's nothing)
And put your hand in your wallet (There's nothing nothing)
And there's nothing to eat (There's nothing)
And there's nothing to lose
And put your hand on the thirty-eight and go slowly
And put the iron on your waist and go in your shoes
And you will steal just once, to buy beans
And you will steal and you will steal and you will become a thief
And put your hand on your head!! (it's the police)
And he throws the gun on the ground
And he puts his hands in handcuffs
And he ends up in the van
And he tells his story story there for the delegate
And cala a boca tramp rogue naughty
And you go in and watch the sun rise square
And you start dancing in this dance of the unemployed
This is the dance of the unemployed
Who hasn't yet? Don't dance, it's time to learn
The new dance of the unemployed
Tomorrow the dancer could be you