Good night to all of you in this seminar
I'm a man of good literary taste
I will speak about a book especially
that I read when I was little and they made me recite it.
You might think I'm resentful
but you had to see me like a poorly dressed indian,
with blue contact lens and feathers
baggy trousers and yelling au au a.
Tabaré ye ye ye
the homo indian strikes again
Tabaré ye ye ye
if you're indian I'm Gardel.
Tabaré suffered of Oedipus complex and had an issue
he loved a Spanish woman who looked like her mom,
besides he was stupid because the woman visited him
she came down on him and Tabaré was scaping form her.
He was the forefather of national racism
it was all wrong with the people of his same race,
for him the whiter the better
he drawed a poster of Snow White without bra.
Tabaré ye ye ye
the homo indian strikes again
Tabaré ye ye ye
if you're indian I'm Gardel.
Tabaré, that's right
The spaniard was virgin and was already excited,
Tabaré respected her because he was baptized,
but a good day the indians attacked
the fortress for revenge and kidnapped Blanca.
The chief Yamandú, a more real charrua
he had enough and tries to get laid with her,
and just when he was about to do that favour to her
Tabaré comes to kill the rapist.
Tabaré ye ye ye
the homo indian strikes again
Tabaré ye ye ye
if you're indian I'm Gardel.
Tabaré, está bien
They found Tabaré with the girl on a hill
and they killed him for being an asshole.
One concludes from this nonsense story
that the Charrua guts is only a lie.
In the end I'd say that without effort
the argentinians would make a great soap opera,
and the dissertation has reached the end.
Rest in peace Zorrilla de San Martín.
Tabaré. His song is no more heard.
Luckily.