LA RUBIA TARADAPapa o mama, papa y mama,
papa o mama
Papa o mama, papa y mama,
papa o mama
Caras conchetas,
miradas berretas
y hombres encajados en Fiorucci.
Oigo "dame" y "quiero"
y "no te metas"
"Te gustó el nuevo Bertolucci?".
La rubia tarada, bronceada,
aburrida, me dice "Por qué te pelaste?"
Y yo "Por el asco que dá tu sociedad.
Por el pelo de hoy ¿cuánto gastaste?"
Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama
Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama
Un pseudo punkito, con el acento finito
quiere hacer el chico malo.
Tuerce la boca, se arregla el pelito,
se toma un trago y vuelve a Belgrano.
Basta! Me voy, rumbo a la puerta
y después al boliche a la esquina
a tomar una ginebra con gente despierta.
Esta si que es Argentina!
Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama
Papa o mama, papa y mama, papa o mama
Una noche en New York City...
MULA PLATEADA
Silver moon,
Silver moon is oh, so distant
In her black black distant sky
Silver moon is also crying
I don't think she knows just why
Silver moon is oh, so puzzled
By the ways of her new life
Silver moon is not a girlfriend
Silver moon could be my wife
Silver moon, shine down
Silver moon, come down
Silver moon, I'm here
Silver moon, you're there
Silver moon is always watching
But she can't really see
Silver moon is always writing
Like the waves write on the sea
Silver moon is always laughing
When she should really cry
Silver moon is like a window
Like a door into the sky!
NO ACABES
Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come
Living here in Babylon is oh so dificult
I really don't know what to do
Think I'll go to Africa, maybe Ethiopia
I really hope that you'll come too
( I hear a little voice, it says ...)
Don't come, don't come, don't come, don't come
Last saturday night, had a fight with my baby
I don't think I'll see her again
She never say no, but
She always say maybe
And that's no way to treat a friend
( I hear a little voice, it says...)
Don't come, don't come, don't come.
REGTEST
Some call it happy valley rock
Play I some music
I hope I don't come on too strong
You can't refuse it
But you know you might be wrong
You could call it reggae
You couldn't call i t rock and roll
Come on, get ready
'cos there's a big ball going to roll
You'd better get up brother, up brother,
Up brother yeah!
Don't you go too far!
'cos then you'll come down brother,
Down brother, down brother, down yeah!
Like a shooting star.
I had a dream oh yeah, in 1973
I dream a spaceship, come down to deliver me
Well it was big and white
And it had come a long long way
A black star liner?
You know, I could not say
But it took me up brother, up brother
up brother, up brother, yeah
You know, it took me far!
Then it brought me down brother, down brother
Down brother, down brother, down yeah!
Like a shooting star.
EL REGGAE DE PAZ Y AMOR
Oh, oh, oh, peace and love
Moving up, fighting it all back, stabbing
gonna get you down tonight in Babylon town, yeah
`cause if you fall on your face is no disgrace,
no one's to help you anyhow, nowhere.
Oh, oh, oh...peace and love
peace and love in babylon.
Oh, oh, oh...peace and love...
Little little people with little little lives
in little little homes with little little wives,
they get up, they go down, they get out town, yeah
everybody moving round and round
I don't care and I don't eat, I don't eat no meat,
and as civilized citizen Ronald Reagan, Uh!
Oh, oh, oh...peace and love
peace and love in babylon.
Oh, oh, oh...peace and love...
DEBEDE
We walked down to the disco
on that saturday night.
You know, you really looked good,
you know, I felt all right
We walked to that Disco
on that saturday night.
You know, I really looked good
you know, I felt all right.
Disco Baby Disco!
When you're dying in your bed.
Disco Baby Disco!
When you're crying in your head.
Disco Baby Disco!
You don't know rock and roll.
Disco Baby Disco!
Is gonna satisfy your soul...Yeah!
Well I don't know, but I've been told,
the streets of heaven are lined with gold.
I don't know but I've been told,
the streets of heaven are lined with gold.
I wonder if it can get much worse
if the Russians get up there first?Eh? Ha, ha!
Disco Baby Disco.
Do it when you'r down.
Disco Baby Disco.
Do it upside down.
Disco Baby Disco.
Writhing in your bed.
Disco Baby Disco.
You're dancing on your head.
Cu-cu, cu-cu, cu-cu chu cho!
Cucurucho!
Disco!...
MEJOR NO HABLAR (DE CIERTAS COSAS)
Una mujer, una mujer atrás,
una mujer atrás de un vidrio empañado.
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Un tornado, un tornado, un tornado...
Un tornado arrasó a mi ciudad y a mí jardín primitivo.
Un tornado arrasó a tu ciudad y a tu jardín primitivo.
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas
no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Yo, yo, yo, yo...
Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce
Yo tuve la mejor flor, la mejor de la planta más dulce
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, no, no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
Saltando, saltando, saltando...
Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
Saltando en mi cara a la mexicana, un fugitivo se entrega
Pero no, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
No, mejor no hablar de ciertas cosas.
La mujer, el vidrio, el tornado, el jardín primitivo,
yo, la flor, saltando, fugitivo, no, no, no...
Que no, que no, que no...
DIVIDIDOS POR LA FELICIDAD
I'm always breaking glasses
In other people rooms
Forever making passes
at other people's tombs
No matter what existed
A few short years ago
The happy days were busted
and that's the way things go
What a good time
what a lovely time
What a good time
What a lonely time.
Agosto... Jopo... Perra!!!
And if I had some trousers
I'd walk right down the street
And if I had a mauser
I'd shoot everyone I meet
What a time!
NO DUERMAS MAS
Ooh!!!... in the morning yeah
Ooh!!!... without warning yeah
I've got a big bamboo yeah
Up there in Yapeyu
I've got a big Nandu
And he runs 'round the pampa
And he runs 'round my house
And he drives me crazy
And he bites my brown cow, now
And you know she's so lazy
But... Ooh!... in the morning
Ooh!... without warning
You know I reallylove you
You know I really really need you
But I'm so confined now
I can't feed you
I can't even read you
But I really,really love you
I'd like to buy a little bike,now
and drive over and see you
But...
KAYA
Kaya, oh,oh Kaya
Kaya, oh,oh Kaya
Let me tell you about something
Bigger than a big bamboo
And me and you
And the fat guru
Let me tell you about something
Bigger than a big bamboo
And me and you
And the fat guru
I tell you
It's Kaya, oh,oh Kaya
Kaya, oh,oh Kaya
Don't you know one day
I used to be so mad
I'd treat my woman so bad
And then I get so sad
And then I take a little Kaya
Oh,oh Kaya...
