I met him in a place down in São Paulo…

…where they serve churrasco with arroz de coco,
C-O-C-O, coco.

He walked up to me and he asked me to vote,
I asked him his name and in a crooked voice he said Lula,
L-U-L-A, Lula.
La-la-la-la Lula.

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