Jim Capaldi - Favella Music 1981Monday morning and the sun starts to breakUpon the streetUp on the hill, all the people awakeWith no shoes on their feetWalking down a million concrete stepsThat they know so wellInto the city like locusts they comeFrom a living hellThey're just dreaming 'bout Friday nightWhen they go to Mangueira and feel alrightHey yeah favella musicHey yeah favella musicAttracted by the glare of neon lightsTo the city they comePacked like cattle in the back of a truckIn the burning sunEach one hoping for the things he knowsAre so out of reachSoon winds up another disillusioned personSleeping somewhere on the beachWhen he's had enough, he just cries out loudThen he goes to the city and steals from the crowdHey yeah favella musicHey yeah favella music(Instrumental)Standing on the corner with his eyesSo big and so round"Hey now, mister, won't you buy me a juice?"He says looking 'roundBut everybody just turns a blind eyeAnd they go on their way yeah, they doBut no matter, come rain or come shineHe's there every dayHe ain't got no future, they're just keeping him downBut when it comes to football, he steals the crownHey yeah favella musicHey yeah favella musicHey yeah favella musicHey yeah favella musicHey yeah favella music