[Chorus: Pitbull, Thumb Guy]
I pull my pants up to the sky (Way too goddamn high)
Pit bulge to the side (The left side)
I look like a suited thumb (Wow, he really does)
But I am paid by everyone (Sellout life)
Oil of Olay, Coca Cola
Pam Spray, Flesh Light, Pepsi Cola
Walmart, Bud Light, RC Cola
Target, Kroger and now FIFA (Wooooooooo!)

[Verse 1: Pitbull, Carnival Dancer]
Writing lyrics is tough, so I list cities
LA, Miami, New York, Cincinnati
Moscow, where are we now? Brazil!
I always have glasses over my eyes because they're crossed as hell

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
My songs take zero talent to make
Repeat the same five words, steal beats, yell "dale"
If that's too hard, too hard, mumble in Spanish
And make sure that your arms move, arms move like this
Cuando voy a la biblioteca y leo en los libros de gatitos
Y esta manera nadie sabe lo estoy diciendo

[Chorus: Pitbull, Carnival Dancer, Dr. Evil]
I call myself Mr. Worldwide (To give myself false pride)
And also Mr. 305 (But those are both lies)
Time to confess where I come from (No one cares where you're from)
I am Dr. Evil's son (Love you dad)
Love you too son
Jenny, dale
[Verse 2: Jennifer Lopez, FIFA Lawyer]
Gotta get back in the spotlight
Two cheeks, one butt and a million pounds
This ass has worked so damn hard
Screwed all the stars to get where I'm at now
Singing this song in Brazil about the NFL (Bloody hell!)
Should have hired Shakira, this sucks compared to Waka Waka

[Chorus: Pitbull, Jennifer Lopez, FIFA Lawyer]
We took a bunch of stock footage (Random soccer clips)
To make this FIFA vid legit (But it looks like shit)
Wait, I thought this was 'bout tennis (I can't believe this!)
Why did I hire these dipshits? (Sellout life, dale)

[Verse 3: Claudia Leitte]
Homem? Mulher? Errado, um tranvesti
Se você vier para o Brasil você vai morrer, que estou aqui?
I'm a único astro Brasileiro
Burra o suficiente para trabalhar com esses idiotas

[Chorus: Pitbull, Jennifer Lopez, FIFA Lawyer, *Cristiano Ronaldo*]
Pitbull and J-Lo, this song sucks (What you mean it sucks?)
We paid you fifty million bucks (Wasn't enough)
To make an anthem for World Cup (What the hell's World Cup?)
But you don't mention World Cup once! (But I said dale a bunch)
*You made the sport look so damn bad
That we have lost all of our fans*
Don't worry, I can win them back
By playing this horn with my ass