I ran down the strand Cuz I knew that the band Had intentions to overcome her The error that they made Was a song that they played Her love is the samba, not rumba The rumba you see It don't make your heart weak Like the samba A spell you're under With the stars in our eyes And our eyes on the prize Our hearts full of lightening and thunder
I think we can boast That we samba the most Until we can samba no more I think we can boast That we are the toast Tonight on that samba floor
The nights without sleep And those weeks upon weeks Of miles of ?? sequins We stood hand in hand While the judges declare Deciding "Is this where the green ends?" Remember the chords You can hear the hearts torn The couple who slowly grew sad The winners were named And the cup was embraced They crowned the king and queen Of the samba
I think we can boast That we samba the most Until we can samba no more I think we can boast That we are the toast Tonight on that samba floor
We ran down the strand With the cup in our hands Before the band's final number The moment they played I knew we were made Her love is the samba, not rumba
I think we can boast That we samba the most Until we can samba no more I think we can boast That we are the toast Tonight on that samba floor