Celofan
No tengo CUIT ni CUIL.
Yo no me doy con la DGI.
Cortan la luz. No hay gas.
Se rompe todo y tengo que ensayar.
Y mi papá me avisó:
"no te encames con el rock...
canta boleros si quieren morfar..."
Sobres con celofán. Se van a cagar.
Sonrisa de muñón. Qué lo parió.
Sopita y rock...
Yo ayer toqué en Chapadmalal
y el filo no está.
"¿De veras conociste a Slash? ¿Si?
¡¡Qué bien que les va!!"
Sonrisa de muñón y qué lo parió.
Sopita y rock.
Grabamo' el disco en Pakistán
y el filo no está.
Cellophane
I don't have a social security number.
I don't mess with the IRS.
The power's out. No gas.
Everything breaks and I have to rehearse.
And my dad warned me:
"Don't hook up with rock music...
sing boleros if they want to eat..."
Envelopes with cellophane. They're screwed.
Half-assed smile. Damn it.
Soup and rock...
Yesterday I played in Chapadmalal
and the edge is not there.
"Did you really meet Slash? Yes?
They're doing so well!!"
Half-assed smile and damn it.
Soup and rock.
We recorded the album in Pakistan
and the edge is not there.