Moacyr Luz e Samba do Trabalhador - Fazendo Samba

Camunga

Quando uma flauta cruza a noite igual a um dardo
Ferindo o peito do bardo
Com um som humilde, mas belo
Eu já sabia
Que só poderia fazer melodia
Desse jeito singelo
Era o meu camunguelo

Era o meu camunguelo magro
De boné branco
Torcida nativa
E sempre zangado
No São Jorge da estiva
Figuraço
Que nosssas noitadas tanto perdura
E não tem esse papo
Bonito enquanto dura

Aí palhaços, não julguem
A obra futura
Nós é que sabemos o que dói
Quando quebra a dentadura

Camunga comunga com a gente
Nesse samba
Eterniza você de boné
Falta umbanda

Camunga caminha no rumo da rua
Que ela faz tempo pra ti e moldura
Peraí que eu ainda tô nua
Peraí que eu ainda tô nua

Credits
Writer(s): Aldir Blanc, Moacyr Da Luz Silva
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