La Señora Del Chalet
Piantá de tu barrio reo,
Dejá el convento mistongo,
Que lo que yo te propongo
Allí no lo has de encontrar.
Vas a ver qué tren diquero
Con tu nueva indumentaria,
Pa'que bronquen las otarias
Que tienen que laburar.
Te voy a empilchar debute
En una maisón francesa,
Ya de blanco, ya de fresa
Ya de paño o crepmongol,
Con cuatro o cinco pulseras,
Un pendantif con brillante,
Y un zarzo con un diamante
Más brilloso que un farol.
Dejarás de ser la pobre
Mistonguera mishia grela,
Y una vez llena de tela
Cambiás de nombre también:
Te encajás uno de aquellos
Propiamente afrancesados,
Y verás que a tu pasado
Sin grupo le hacés amén.
Tendrás un chofer debute
Postamente uniformado,
Y un buen cuzquito mimado
Que te ayude a dar chiqué
Aquí, los giles del barrio,
Al ver tu pinta y tus bienes,
Dirán todos "allá viene
La señora del chalet".
Tendrás piano en vez de radio
Y un lujoso mobiliario,
Figurarás en los diarios
En galería social,
Aunque yo pa mantenerte
Esté siempre engayolado,
Y eternamente escrachado
En crónica policial.
The Lady of the Chalet
Get out of your criminal neighborhood,
Leave the shady convent,
What I propose to you
You won't find it there.
You'll see what a fancy train
With your new outfit,
So that the envious ones
Who have to work will be jealous.
I'm going to dress you up
In a French maison,
In white, in strawberry
In cloth or crepe,
With four or five bracelets,
A pendant with a diamond,
And a ring with a diamond
Shinier than a lantern.
You'll stop being the poor
Shady convent girl,
And once filled with fabric
You'll change your name too:
You'll put on one of those
Properly French names,
And you'll see that to your past
You bid farewell without a group.
You'll have a debut chauffeur
Properly uniformed,
And a well-mannered little cousin
To help you make an entrance.
Here, the fools from the neighborhood,
Seeing your appearance and your goods,
Will all say, "Here comes
The lady of the chalet."
You'll have a piano instead of a radio
And luxurious furniture,
You'll appear in the newspapers
In the social gallery,
Although I, to support you,
Will always be in trouble,
And eternally exposed
In the police chronicle.