I met him in a club in Sao Paolo
Where they drink champagne while handing out payola
P-a-y-o-l-a, payola

He walked up to me and he asked for a bribe
I asked him his name and in a back-room voice he said Lula
L-u-l-a, Lula

He said I didn’t have to suffer a loss
I could make a withdrawal from the bank of Petrobras
Lula, L-u-l-a Lula

Endemic corruption isn’t really a sin
If everybody steals, then everybody wins
Lula, L-u-l-a Lula

He was sentenced prison a couple of years before
And now he’s back to steal some more
He says the allegations are a pack of lies
But a beach-front condo says otherwise

It’s a mixed-up global neighborhood
Where America’s bad and Cuba’s good
Lula, L-u-l-a Lula

And now that Bolsonaro’s gone
Let’s pave a road through the Amazon
Lula, L-u-l-a Lula

We put him away
We locked the door
We thought it was for good
But good never lasts
As long as you think it should

He has a chauffeur and a couple of cooks
He needs a cook for each set of books
Lula, L-u-l-a Lula

And that’s the way that he wants it to stay
To keep the cash coming his way
Lula, L-u-l-a Lula

He says the luxury ranch is more of their lies
Even though the clothes in the closet were all his size
And the charges don’t make any sense
‘Cause the grandkids’ names on the boats were just a coincidence

I didn’t write the music for this song I took
it from the Kinks and I’m glad I’m a crook
And so is Lula, L-u-l-a Lula