The lights of São Paulo are flashing Your car sends you crashing forever along The clocks were turned back, you remember I think it's still November But the party is on We're off to the hills on the back road Our best friend has his kit, there's nothing to smoke He's nothing but another pretender A trust-fund West Ender He's rich but he's broke Fire and wood We're burning it down The whiskey is good We own this damn town We're off to the Forró for dancing In minutes we're prancing to the V.I.P. room We're back on the floor in a half- beat Then back out on the street I lost my perfume! The art dealer's house is a beauty His son is a cutie His father has galleries he runs We're turning the world on its head Then off to his bed For some conjugal fun Fire and wood We're burning it down The whiskey is good We own this damn town I didn't mean what I said Come back, come back The good times are all still ahead Come back, come back Back down the road that we came up The street signs are glowing, the houses are gone The dawn is a sky full of embers It's still November And summer is on We'll go back to my place for music Then off to the airport- A flight to the shore! We're living the lives we were born for We're going nowhere, but at least we're not poor! Fire and wood We're burning it down The whiskey is good We own this damn town