“Você faz o andar da vida”

Walk Of Life
Dire Straits

Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Oh yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day

{Refrain}
He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman
He do the song about the knife
And he do the walk, he do the walk of life
Yeah, he do the walk of life

Here comes Johnny goin’ tell you the story
Hand me down my walkin’ shoes
Here come Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat, the talkin’ blues
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day

{Refrain}

{Repeat first verse}

And after all the violence and double talk
There’s just a song in all the trouble and the strife
You do the walk, you do the walk of life
Hm, you do the walk of life

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“But all I can do is hand it to you and your latest trick”

Your latest trick
Dire Straits

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the southern beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes and roars of dinosaurs
They’re all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash

I don’t know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues on twelve bars down on Lover’s Lane
And you never did have the intellegence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain

I don’t know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Now it’s past last call for alcohol
Last drinker has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us off
Seven tenners made us put away them horns
And we’re standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle’s empty and there’s nothing left

I don’t know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick