Congas calling from a doorway painted red
Smell of something cooking go straight to your head
Timbale rolling like an invitation card
Come on down to Sabor, baby, dancing ain't hard
One, two, feel the heat rise
Spice in the rhythm, fire in your eyes
Sabor Street, where the night gets hot
Move your body, give it all you got
Sabor Street, let the horns ignite
Dancing on the corner till the morning light
Piano running montuno like it's running for its life
Trumpet cutting through the heat like a butter knife
Abuela on the balcony, she's clapping on the two
Whole block's a party and the party's wanting you
One, two, feel the heat rise
Spice in the rhythm, fire in your eyes
Sabor Street, where the night gets hot
Move your body, give it all you got
Sabor Street, let the horns ignite
Dancing on the corner till the morning light
More, let the conga roll
More, put your hands and soul
Hotter, faster, don't you slow
Sabor Street won't let you go
Sabor Street, where the night gets hot
Move your body, give it all you got
Sabor Street, let the horns ignite
Dancing on the corner till the morning light
