Your step gives me direction
On foot, by van or by subway
How about a stroll in Lapa?
There's Mart'nália's samba
On foot, by van or by subway
How about a stroll in Lapa?
There's Mart'nália's samba
There's February, there's beauty
There's tradition in carnival
There's good people on the avenue
There's illusion, there's heavy beat
There's art and nostalgia
There's heart, there's sun, there's sound
And the Redeemer who guides us
On foot, by van or by subway
How about a stroll in Lapa?
There's Mart'nália's samba
On foot, by van or by subway
How about a stroll in Lapa?
There's Mart'nália's samba
Beautiful, your mouth revved me up
Your fault, now I wanna sightsee in Rio
After this little samba, let's explore Brazil
Let's go to Bahia in my uncle's Beetle
I was around, sorry to say
My Rio de Janeiro is merrier with you, girl
I only ask that you stay for the city outing
Take your best outfit off the hanger now
On foot, by van or by subway
How about a stroll in Lapa?
There's Mart'nália's samba
On foot, by van or by subway
How about a stroll in Lapa?
There's Mart'nália's samba
There's Mart'nália's samba
There's Mart'nália's samba
There's Mart'nália's samba
There's Mart'nália's samba