LO QUIERO YA

Hasta que choque China con África
Te voy a perseguir
Sería bueno que pidieras
Que la tierra se mueva
Hasta que choque China con África
Te voy a preguntar
No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya!!!
Si yo fuera tu esclavo
Te pediría más
No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya!!!
Nada te ata a leer la novedad
Nadie te pisa, nadie te pica
Ni te van a chupar
No sé lo que quiero, pero lo quiero ya !!!

HOLA FRANK

Hello Frank, how’re you doing?
Sunday morning blues, you know
Just ain’t the best
When you just want to lie down
And have a good rest
’cos the nerves kind of get to you
When you feel kinda small
And all those things moving
Up and down against the wall
Then you tie on that bandana
And you feel kind of though
People know you know
That life is really of rough
And your mama comes and hits you
With a plastic telephone
And she’s gone and told you
You’re not even home
And she has called you
On that telephone
On that telephone
On that telephone
Your mum said you weren’t home
She called you on the telephone
Your mum told you weren’t home
Oh mama, what did you do?
Oh mama, what did you do?
She tinks I’m with her
I’m gonna get blue
I’m gonna cut my throat
I’m gonna smash my head
I’m gonna jump into the bath
I’m gonna lie in bed
Well anyway that never happened
Because , one day...
Religion came to stay
Oh yeah, religion come to stay
Oh yeah, bad vibes they’ve gone all away
Religion came to stay
All right what you tell rastafar
I tell you God there in the heaven
And he looks after you
And that’s what they say
Well I’m telling you from
The southern United States of America
The God and Christ are in your body
And they’re living with you
Dominus vobiscum, spiritu tuum
All right, let’s pray!
Let us pray! Po po po
Let us pray. A ja ja ja
Let us pray! Baby pray for us
Jesus Christ, won’t You pray for us?
I think we’re there
Oh, no! maybe not
(doesn’t matter)
Keep on well, you know
These songs get kinda long
Specially when they call me on the telephone
Well I’ve forgotten what I thought
So I think I’ll just go on and sign this
Oh, baby, stand by me
Oh no no
No woman no cry
Oh, no no
La rubia tarada!!!

Percussion Baby

Percussion baby
Walking down the street
Preattiest lady that you’ll ever meet
Percussion baby
On the cover of a magazine
The loveliest lady that you’ve ever seen
But don’t say maybe’cos I’m not a little boy
Percussion baby
Don’t treat me like a toy’cos everyday is Sunday
When you’re so full of joy
Percussion baby,
I’m not your little boy
Percussion baby
I don’t want to see you fade away
Leaving right now hereIs the best way
Percussion baby
Hear you walk away
I hear the tip,tap,tapping
Of your high heels
Saying...you’re going away
Never on a Sunday
When I feel you’re no more here
Percussion babyI’m so full of fear
You never said maybe
But I’m not your little toy
Oooh, percussion babyI’m not your little boy

NO te pongas azul

Don’t turn blueIn a good friend’s bathroomDon’t try to reach the moonTrough the things that go onIn the dark roomDon’t let your heart not burstJust because you must hideWe all know,we all know, we all knowThat real life is insideAnd there are youWith your black fur onJust watching me, watching me youSing this songMeet me halfwayIt’s not that longAnd maybe we’ll findThat we’re not aloneDon’t turn green with envyDon’t turn black with hateI’m moving down the roadWalking, walking, walkingWalking, walking down the roadAnd I’m opening your gateAnd the rain falls on the cityAnd the rain falls on the cityAnd the rain falls on the cityBaby,baby, don’t turn blueAnd the rain beats downAnd the rain beats down