Monei

Donor

I wanted a mansion in Carrasco
but I only got a little ranch in Casabó.
I wanted to drive a Mercedes Benz
and now I only drive a 126.

I'm a loser, old, and they'll always know it
as the old saying goes:
he who is born a monkey never becomes Tarzan.

I want money.

I wanted to sunbathe in the Caribbean
and for now, I only surf at Ramirez beach.
I wanted to go to jet set parties
but the Coco dances were where I mostly ended up.

I'm a loser, old, and they have no mercy
as in the parable of Rodó:
he who is born for the latrine never reaches the water closet.

I want money.

I wanted to dress in Christian Dior
and not this moth-eaten sweatshirt my grandmother knitted for me.
I wanted to eat caviar and pheasant
and not pick parsley from a choripán out of my teeth.

I'm a loser, old, and they have no heart
as that old song said:
he who is born a pill never becomes a sausage.

I want money.