boys and girls
its showtime
know what i am sayin
everybody raise your hands
theres about to be a party
riding the big bike and
shaping with pen knife and
shaking the high five and atitude
girls of the institute
sixty nine latitude
instead of gratitude atitude
so what
bubblegum poppings ah
hip hip hoppings ah
bangkok shoppings ah
la di dah di dah dah
pink pink frockings ah
tight tight stockings ah
heart is rockings ah
dancing samba

dheaon dheaon dheaon
dheaon dheaon dheaon
ha ha thats right
dheaon dheaon dheaon
dheaon dheaon dheaon dheaon

ladies look at us
and ask who is that hotie
machas with atitude
movin the party
chillin with homies
we keepin it fly
and sipin everything thats geting us high
bump into women who prancing
i aint sure
but i guess they are dancing
and the only question
running in my mind is
do you wanna make frandship
life is a kettle without no friends
thats empty rusted
old with dents
uh posesive with feelings
intense forever
irrespective of the expense
uh together we partners in crime
uh better and perfected with time

the only question
running in my mind is
do you wanna make frandship
five star coffee bar
chal na yaar shanivar
liking the late-night outings
very far to the bar
ek baar in the car
we will do cootchie coo make-outings
dont be naughty with a roar through the door
teri ore teri ore
hungry tiger is walking
gimme more mon amour
dil ka chor bana mor
suddenly feelings are talking
liking the lip lockings
presure like in hawkins
punch in the eye sockings atitude

ha ha funny jokings
looking so hot smoking
naughty eye stroking
atitude faking the gucci ah
hep like sushi ah
shakin the tooshie ah
la di dah di dah dah
gum gum gapoochie ah
cooing the cootchie ah
we will do the smoochie ah
dancing samba

dheaon dheaon dheaon
dheaon dheaon dheaon
one more time we say
dheaon dheaon dheaon
dheaon dheaon dheaon dheaon

machas with atitude in the house
moving the crowds the storys about
the dancing and the party
shake your hips and move your body
but people, they know
that i am back with the rap
and handicaps
i am making em clap
homie you know
that i meant it
so do you wanna make frandship
feeling so trippy
i am feelin so fly
and i am so high
i kick the sky
people they doing the samba
dj play the super song ah
girls and boys and everyone
raise your hands and sing this song
homie you know that i meant it
so do you wanna make frandship
blackbery pinging ah
shakira swinging ah
shiny and blinging ah
la di dah di dah
doing the bondings ah
singing the songings ah
wordings are wrongings ah
dancing samba dheaon dheaon

The curtain lifts, the lights ignite,
a spectacle unfolds tonight.
A blinding gleam, a star's ascent,
Let every soul its joy invent.
With hands held high, the revels start,
a celebration for the heart.
On roaring wheels, we chase the sun,
with blades of grace, the games begun.
A high-five's echo, bold and bright,
a defiant, dazzling light.

The girls of the halls, in postures proud,
defiance sings out loud.
Attitude their shield, where gratitude should be,
but oh, who cares, let the spirit be free.
Bubblegum pops, a sweet refrain,
hip-hop beats, a vibrant rain.
Bangkok's allure, a siren's call,
la dee da, let us give our all.
Pink frocks twirl, a joyful sight,
stockings cling, so pure and tight.
The heart takes flight, no longer bound,
dancing Samba on hallowed ground.

Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo,
Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo,
Ha, ha, that's right,
Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo,
Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo.

The ladies gaze, a curious glance,
who is this hottie, taking a chance?
Macho souls, with spirits unbound,
igniting the dance floor all around.
Chilling with brothers, wings on our back,
sailing on highs where the sun never lacks.
Bumping to the women, in a dream-like state,
I'm not so sure, but I guess they dance, they relate.
One question that runs through my soul,
do you want to make a friendship? Make us whole?
Life's a kettle, without a friend in view,
empty, rusted, old, and askew.
Possessive with feeling, burning ever so bright,
regardless of the cost, we will take flight.
Together, we are partners in crime,
better and perfected with the passage of time.

That one question echoing in my mind,
do you want to make a friendship, combined?
Five-star coffee bar, a Saturday's gleam,
liking the late-night outing, a fantastical dream.
Very far to the bar, and in a car so grand,
we'll do kuchi kuchi, in this promised land.
Don't be naughty, as the tiger roars,
terri or terri or, on these magical shores.
A hungry tiger, prowling with might,
give me more, my love, in the darkest of night.
A thief of the heart, I become a more,
suddenly feelings are talking, from the core.
Liking the lip-locking, a burning kiss,
pressure like hacking, in pure bliss.
A punch in the eye, so full of might,
attitude's embrace, burning so bright.

Ha, ha, funny joking, with spirits so bold,
looking so hot, a story to be told.
Naughty eyes, a fiery glance,
Gucci's embrace, a joyous dance.
Hip like sushi, a treat so fine,
shaking the tooshie, as the stars align.
La dee da, let the music flow,
gum gum gapuchi, watch the good times grow.
Cueing the kutching, in a vibrant hue,
we will do the smoochie, me and you.
Dancing Samba, with hearts ablaze,
Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, let the music raise!
One more time, as the rhythm starts,
Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, from our very hearts.
Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo, Dhya-oo.

Machos with attitude, in this place,
moving the crowds, with rhythmic grace.
The stories are told, of dancing and glee,
shake your hips and move so free.
But people, they know, the truth I impart,
I'm back with the rap, the fire in my heart.
I'm making them clap, with every beat,
homies, you know, my words can't be beat.
So, do you want to make a friendship?
Feeling so trippy, on this magical trip.
I'm feeling so fly, as the music takes hold,
I kick the sky, a story unfolds.
People are doing the Samba with might,
DJs play the super song, shining so bright.
Girls and boys, and everyone in sight,
raise your hands and sing with all your might.
Homies, you know, my feelings are pure,
so, do you want to make a friendship, for sure?
Blackberry pinging, a digital call,
Shakira swinging, as the stars fall.
Shiny and blinking, as the lights gleam,
la dee da, living the dream.
Doing the bonding, with souls entwined,
singing the song, for all mankind.
Wording are wronging, in a sweet refrain,
dancing Samba, again and again.
Dhya-oo.