Once upon a time there was a group of friends in the neighborhood
They had a band that had never played
And they wanted to play, so they would not work
And they hardly ever rehearsed they got straight to it
They were very cheeky and very out of tune
And they sounded bad, and we played all the same
And at the end of the show who would have thought
The audience cheered, they asked for one more
And at the end of the show (hey) who would have thought
The audience cheered, they asked for one more
And the band goes on playing
And the band goes on singing
And the band goes on playing
And the band goes on singing
La, la-ra, la-ra, la-ra
La, la-ra, la-ra, la-ra
La, la la la la la la, la la
Hey, hey
And they left the neighborhood, brave mercenaries
They went on to win over any stage
At the Festipunk-punk-punk-punk-punk-punk-punk
And at the Tropical
At a Bar Mitzvah or live at Luna Park
Everyone was having fun, they asked for one more
At a Bar Mitzvah (hey) and live at Luna Park
Everyone was having fun, they asked for one more
And the band goes on playing
And the band goes on singing
And the band goes on playing
And the band goes on singing
La, la-ra, la-ra, la-ra
La, la-ra, la-ra, la-ra
La, la la la la la la, la la
Hey, hey
Through the hundred Buenos Aires neighborhoods