Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yendo A La Casa De Damián, artist - El Cuarteto de Nos. Album song Raro, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 17.02.2008
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
Yendo A La Casa De Damián(original) |
Yendo un weekend a lo de Damián |
tenía urgencia de hablar con el man |
caminé porque pinché mi van |
vi una mina de la que soy fan |
Una que sale por el canal Sony |
en una serie que está con un pony |
y en mi casa del barrio Marconi |
siempre la veo tomándome un Johnny |
La saludé pero me hechó fli |
porque el programa era en MTV |
hacía un spot de Carefree |
y un jingle de los jeans Lee |
Le dije a mi me gusta el rock |
pero quedó en estado de shock |
cuando escribí en una hoja de block |
que era más fea que el señor Spock |
Y que se rellena el sutien |
con cornbeef y chowmein |
y a pesar de que usa Channel |
toma un cóctel con nafta de Shell |
El security se puso heavy |
era malo pero usaba Levis |
y me tiró desde la limousine |
en el ojo un vaso con gin |
Ahh ahh |
yendo a la casa de Damián |
Ahh ahh |
camino por el boulevard |
Ahh ahh |
Yendo a la casa de Damián |
no sé si es que ya no veo |
que ya no entiendo |
por qué me cuesta tanto llegar |
Cruzando la calle quedé de flash |
cuando vi dos niñas fumando hash |
escuchaban trash y the clash |
jugando quien tomaba más splash |
Y como una vez en un vernisage |
me dio un ataque de surmenage |
cuando dijeron por diez pesos cash |
hacemos juntos los tres un mènage |
De los nervios me vino un tic |
en el fondo siempre fui un freak |
le di fuego con yesquero bic |
pero me pareció poco chic |
Que pensaran por una crush |
con un nerd de media de plush |
que le pintó los labios con rouge |
yo le escupí su t-shirt de Bush |
Con mi gargajo en la cara de George |
se subió con las chicas a un Porche |
se pensaba que era un tipo VIP |
masticando una papa chip |
Cuando empezó a hacer un strip |
y quedaba solo en slip |
le clavó en el ojo un clip |
y con tu tumba va a decir RIP |
Ahh ahh |
yendo a la casa de Damián |
Ahh ahh |
camino por el boulevard |
Ahh ahh |
Yendo a la casa de Damián |
no sé si es que ya no veo |
que ya no entiendo |
por qué me cuesta tanto llegar |
Era happy hour en el cabaret |
era fashion y tenia moquet |
como un pub cool y con pool |
el dueño es de Liverpool |
Y después de un breve impasse |
entre a ver un show con free pass |
de un master que tocaba jazz |
a pesar de tener un bypass |
Vino a hablarme uno medio gay |
yo ponía stop y el ponía play |
le gustaba el Big Mac y Tupac |
vendía crack y tomaba Prozac |
Y gritó escupiendo un snack |
¡el master hace playback! |
lo destriparon como hacia Jack |
sin poder terminar su coñac |
Pero cayeron desde un penthouse |
en mi ojo un teclado y un mouse |
ciego y perdido por el stress |
peor que en un secuestro express |
Yo que en inglés solo sé decir yes |
pensé en el libro de Herman Hess |
soy un loser como boy scout |
y de la vida me deja re out |
Ahh ahh |
yendo a la casa de Damián |
Ahh ahh |
camino por el boulevard |
Ahh ahh |
Yendo a la casa de Damián |
no sé si es que ya no veo |
que ya no entiendo |
por qué me cuesta tanto llegar |
(translation) |
Going to Damián's for a weekend |
I had an urge to talk to the man |
I walked because I punctured my van |
I saw a mine that I'm a fan of |
One that comes out on the Sony channel |
in a series that is with a pony |
and in my house in the Marconi neighborhood |
I always see her having a Johnny |
I greeted her but she flirted with me |
because the show was on MTV |
I was doing a Carefree spot |
and a Lee jeans jingle |
I told him I like rock |
but he was in a state of shock |
when I wrote on a block sheet |
that she was uglier than Mr. Spock |
And that the sutien is filled |
with cornbeef and chowmein |
and despite using Channel |
have a cocktail with shell naphtha |
The security got heavy |
It was bad but I wore Levis |
and he threw me from the limousine |
in the eye a glass with gin |
ah ah |
going to Damien's house |
ah ah |
I walk down the boulevard |
ah ah |
Going to Damien's house |
I don't know if I don't see anymore |
that I no longer understand |
why is it so hard for me to get there |
Crossing the street I was flash |
when i saw two girls smoking hash |
they listened to trash and the clash |
playing who took more splash |
And like once in a vernisage |
gave me an attack of surmenage |
when they said for ten pesos cash |
the three of us make a mènage together |
From the nerves came a tic |
deep down I was always a freak |
I gave him fire with tinderbox bic |
but it seemed unchic to me |
What will they think for a crush |
with a plush stocking nerd |
who painted her lips with rouge |
I spit on his Bush t-shirt |
With my gargajo on George's face |
he got on a porch with the girls |
he was thought to be a VIP guy |
chewing on a potato chip |
When he started doing a strip |
and he was left alone in slip |
he stuck a clip in her eye |
and with your grave it will say RIP |
ah ah |
going to Damien's house |
ah ah |
I walk down the boulevard |
ah ah |
Going to Damien's house |
I don't know if I don't see anymore |
that I no longer understand |
why is it so hard for me to get there |
It was happy hour at the cabaret |
It was fashion and it had a carpet |
like a cool pub with a pool |
the owner is from liverpool |
And after a brief impasse |
enter to see a show with free pass |
of a master who played jazz |
despite having a bypass |
A half-gay guy came to talk to me |
I put stop and he put play |
he liked the Big Mac and Tupac |
I sold crack and took Prozac |
And he screamed spitting out a snack |
the master does playback! |
they gutted him like they did Jack |
unable to finish his cognac |
But they fell from a penthouse |
in my eye a keyboard and a mouse |
blind and lost by stress |
worse than an express kidnapping |
I who in English only know how to say yes |
I thought of the book by Herman Hess |
i'm a loser like boy scout |
and life lets me re out |
ah ah |
going to Damien's house |
ah ah |
I walk down the boulevard |
ah ah |
Going to Damien's house |
I don't know if I don't see anymore |
that I no longer understand |
why is it so hard for me to get there |