At the bar of “Three Captains”
The boss is Neapolitan
And the servant is Peruvian *
In Poland the maid was born **
The pianist comes from Lisbon
Yet I warn you,
That’s especially why we come:
The dancer is Creole
And tracing her steps
Her dress turns and flies
To the tempo of the rumba...
She bends her waist over
And immediately lifts it back up
Like a creeping plant that is lulled
With a breath of warm air...
She plants her little foot here
She plants her little foot there
Like a ferret running past
It’s a smile to this one
It’s a wink to that one
You are taken when it’s your turn...
The dancer is Creole
Yes but we don’t know
If the pretty lady is faithful or frivolous
And who her heartthrob is...
Her fans are a true mix
From sailors to strange faces
And bad boys…
When sometimes her clients fight themselves
When the fight suddenly breaks out
We say: “It’s the alcohol”
But we actually know the other reason:
The dancer is Creole
And tracing her steps
Her dress turns and flies
To the tempo of the rumba...
She bends her waist over
And immediately lifts it back up
Like a creeping plant that is lulled
With a breath of warm air
She plants her little foot here
She plants her little foot there
Like a ferret which running past
It’s a smile to this one
It’s a wink to that one
You are taken when it’s your turn...
Take my word for it
Instead of going tomorrow
Into the bar where the dancer is Creole
Go your way…!