Lyrics of ' Sambadrome ' by B.A.D. Big Audio Dynamite

Stamp your feet and rock your hips
King Bandit has returned
Shoot out helicopter crash
Another six men burn
One in nine million
Loves to play football
Hijacked helicopter
Helped him scale the wall

Scipped the hill from rivals
Who preyed upon the poor
He don`t sell bananas
Wealthy visitors want to score
Reigns supreme
The cops say he`s no good
Selling drugs to feed the poor
To us he`s Robin Hood

Tourists have an appetite
For ganga and cocaine
He escaped just in time
Supply their needs again
Televised lust a traditional rite
The sound of music ricochets
For three long nights

Pact in the sun
Slum and skyscraper meet
Billion dollar penthouse
And people on the street
Pact in the sun
Shade by foreign debt
Amnesia in the Sambadrome
King bandits gonna sweat

Ring the bell our hero`s back
Our benefactor`s found
At the foot of the hill
The police stand their ground
Beer flows drums pound
Slum and skyscrapers meet
Revellers dance naked
And there`s bodies in the street

Pact in the sun
Slum and skyscraper meet
Billion dollar penthouse
And people on the street
Pact in the sun
Shade by foreign debt
Amnesia in the Sambadrome
King bandits gonna sweat

Three months of freedom
A fugitive from the law
Got to take him alive
Chè martyr no more
Bless the little children
With nylon football shorts
Fly their kites as warning
Their King is never caught

Socialised by compassion
Yeach crime`s his occupation
King bandit for president
Of the sambadrome nation