Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yendo A La Casa De Damián , by - El Cuarteto de Nos. Song from the album Raro, in the genre ПопRelease date: 17.02.2008
Record label: Parlophone Spain
Song language: Spanish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yendo A La Casa De Damián , by - El Cuarteto de Nos. Song from the album Raro, in the genre ПопYendo 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 |
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