Como és pálido,Abreu.                                                                            Queres ser um garotinho,                                                                           pensa que tudo pode ser seu.                                                                       ..                                                                                                           Tens cheiro de bode.                                                                                 Tu não tens nem sobrenome.                                                                        Jogaste seu nome na lama.                                                                          ..                                                                                                            Dizes ser primo de Obama.                                                                          logo passa o efeito da brahma.                                                                  Desolado cai na cama                                                                               e volta a ser o velho Abreu.                                                                       ..                                                                                                           Aquele que sobreviveu.                                                                           E eu te pergunto!                                                                    Você conhece o Abreu?