West-side Samba

See if you can guess who this song was written about…the lyrics are fantastic; so witty and interesting and my nephew Richie’s guitar playing is phenomenal.

WESTSIDE SAMBA
Music and Lyrics by Frederick George Moore
Copyright © September 15, 1990
Demophonic Music Publishing BMI
Used with permission

You’d know them if I called them by name
The misfortune of fortune and fame
They’ll be singing a different refrain
When the evening comes
They bought a second house in “THE COLONY”
She wanted to be close to the sea
They’ll be in the ocean up to their knees
When the storm tides come

Doing the WESTSIDE SAMBA
Doing the WESTSIDE SAMBA mama get rude
Doing the WESTSIDE SAMBA mama come unglued
Doing the WESTSIDE SAMBA 

She buys the latest drugs from Brazil
He hopes someday that his looks will kill
Now They’re parents ’cause she’s not on the pill
She thought she was immune
Daddy’s in the kitchen trying to wip up a batch
Mommy’s in his wallet trying to get up some scratch
Baby’s crying but there’s no ear to catch
‘Cause the nanny’s gone 

Doing the WESTSIDE SAMBA
Doing the WESTSIDE SAMBA mama get rude
Doing the WESTSIDE SAMBA mama come unglued
Doing the WESTSIDE SAMBA 

She swears someday she’ll go back to school
But right now she MUST work on her “tool”
Doing aerobics and laps in the pool Keep that tummy tight
He’s older but he still can pretend
He knows someday that it all will end
In the meantime he’s got money to spend
So why not have it all? 

And do the WESTSIDE SAMBA
Do the WESTSIDE SAMBA mama get rude
Do the WESTSIDE SAMBA mama come unglued
Do the WESTSIDE SAMB