| He was going tough but armed to the teeth for life
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| And there was no other, she had to do it
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| He went alone to Puente Alsina and saw policemen in the bars
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| And on the street too
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| He brought the tangueros 15 mogras from his grandfather
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| That he was the capo of Tomás de Anchorena street
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| The one with the chofi, the bad one, the good one
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| They all take deadly whirligig
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| Paranoid fierita you charged an amount
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| He met the tangueros, some bitches, a tumbero
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| Two moderns who smoked a lot of crack, and a firefighter arsonist
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| All in a little hole that he said he liked to set on fire
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| But that he was so, so good that he always turned off
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| The fire that I had the illusion of creating
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| An imaginary planet to love and hurt
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| Where it is not forbidden to wish
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| Buenos Aires just like in the times of Roberto Arlt
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| He knew that they kept the boss in a stocking
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| On the viola, in the wardrobe or on the dirty bandoneon
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| The tangueros were very insane old men, very awake
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| If they could not pay, it was better for them
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| And they never took much, they sold to the giles
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| So that they give each other courage, strength, courage and valor
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| Paranoid fierita: miserable hucksters
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| This already seems like a joke
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| Either they pay me or I sink the cannon one by one
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| Narrator: he took all the merchandise, he made the tumbero a partner
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| And the grandfather rewarded him one fine day
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| He gave her flowers, a horse to the Rivadavia park
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| He gave him a super percentage and a great commission
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| That he didn't make a lot of noise, that he wasn't presumptuous
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| Keep up with the nighties, keep up with rock and roll
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| The advice served him, he was gaining his respect
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| And he was classic and cunning with tradition
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| And so he took charge of the grandfather, he kept everything and did not discourage
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| Paranoid fierita he was armed to the teeth
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| But now, thirty years later
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| He was elected Metallurgical Entrepreneur of the Year
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| The boys want to eat it
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| The tumbero is no longer a partner, he watches over his business
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| And he brings him boys from the popular and supportive dining room for the country
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| And in the bathroom he offers them a high salary and passion
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| He liked the blonde with green eyes
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| Paranoid fierita: that's a hottie
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| Narrator: They called him the Polish and for a couple of morlacos
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| He cooked stew in the dining room
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| That he was not an idiot
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| He recorded everything on a walkman
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| His moans and those of his employer, the promises of travel
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| Marriage in the Philippines, underwear orders
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| The tumbero knew it, the Polish was his othello
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| And he his yago from him to do him a favor
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| Paranoid fierita, juan lewinsky fell in love with you |