Alone in the middle of the dancefloor,
I recognised Carmela in action.
'I know you by sight',
I said, approaching with resolution.
'Come here, face reader',
and making a turn with transpiration,
she spilt me all over as if sprinkling.
Dancing salsa.
Dancing salsa.
Dancing salsa at the Stella
to the sound of the tasty rhythm
of Carmela's hips.
She was filling up a dress
with quite the low-cut and a miniskirt.
I was dressed up like Lauren Postigo
with a crimson shirt
knotted at the belly button
'cause what used to be tacky
now causes fascination.
Dancing salsa.
Dancing salsa.
Dancing salsa at the Stella
to the sound of the tasty rhythm
of Carmela's hips.
(Hey momma, come to dance, come to dance, come to have a good time...)
(Hey momma, come to dance, come to dance, come to have a good time...)
She told me she was going to the toilet.
She told me she was going to the toilet
and I said I would sit down to wait for her.
This girl is not coming back, how weird.
The waiter brought me a message.
She's gone with Pedro Almodóvar.
What a rude fatty, we'll see if he puts you out
advertising some broom.
Dancing salsa.
Dancing salsa.
Dancing salsa at the Stella
to the sound of the tasty rhythm
of Carmela's hips.
(If the bird is to die for, go with her to the loo...)
Dancing salsa with Carmela.
(Don't be flexible, go with the to the loo...)
If you go to the Stella one night.
(When you see too much racket, go with her to the loo...)
Be careful with the clientele.
(For your own benefit, go with her to the loo...)
'Cause the vulture, the vulture that doesn't run, flies.
(When she does something odd, go with her to the loo...)
You spend all night awake
dancing even tarantella.
(When you see some lurking, go with her to the lavatory...)
The birds, the birds leave you with no quid.
(If her cushion is screeching, go with her to the lav...)
And thus ends this refrain.
This is over but the salsa keeps going!
Dancing salsa.
Dancing salsa.
Dancing salsa.