From the Boca stadium
to the Luna Park
the youth is chanting
to waste, but early
Better a bird in hand
than an idiot who doesn't go to vote.
The plaza is almost full
Not even a needle can fit
the bombonera is on fire
and like Sarmiento said
the Masons on bike
and the radicals by foot.
There goes with his scooter
and his grey coloured hat
he'll watch the opera Evita
and Los Twist go on the side-car
and Los Twist go on the side-car
My general, don't go
My general is gone
Naso, naso, naso, naso naso
here comes the cordonazo
the boots to the quarters
and Juan Domingo on the power
For that great argentinian
who knew to conquer
the great mass of people
fighting the capital
we go from home to the office
and from the office to home
Roma, Silvero, Marzolini
Simeone, Rattín, Menéndez
Rojas, Rojitas, Pianetti
Alfonsín, Brizuela Méndez
Alfonsín, Brizuela Méndez
Twenty five golden stars
fellows on the balcony
in the street a single shout
Los Twist, Gardel and Perón!
(how pretty)
Los Twist, Gardel and Perón!
(how pretty)
Los Twist, Gardel and Perón!