Club de Fans de John Boy
Todos los raros fuimos al concierto del gran telépata de Dublín
Media hora antes invadimos el metro, yo iba obligado y tu en éxtasis
Y tanto os daba ocho como ochenta a los fanáticos de John Boy
Frente al estadio ya cantabais sus temas, primeras filas vuestra obsesión
Decíais que John Boy era boreal, algo ambiguo y de infancia gris
Sinceramente yo lo detestaba hasta morir
La luz se desmayó, "¿con cual van a empezar?"
A ti te daba igual, dijiste: "acertará"
Oh, oh, oh!
Como es posible que haya estado en tus infiernos
Es imposible, no, misterio, y quien tuviera su don
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro
No lo conseguiré, saber más de ti
Yo no soy fan, otro fan de John Boy
Odio a John Boy, tu odiarás a John Boy
De aquellas masas era el gran insecto, "tiene poderes" llegaste a decir
Creo que lleva media vida huyendo, quizás le pasa lo mismo que a mi
Había expandido su emisión global desde Lima hasta Reikiavik
Y sin embargo a quien tenía cerca no podía transmitir
Mirada universal de alcance personal
Me hipnotizó por fin con su verso letal
Oh, oh, oh!
Como es posible que haya estado en sus infiernos
Es imposible, no, misterio, y quien tuviera su don
Sería posible conocerte más por dentro
No lo conseguiré, nunca sabré
Si yo no tengo su don
Si yo no tengo su don
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy
Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy
Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy
John Boy Fan Club
All the weirdos went to the concert of the great telepath from Dublin
Half an hour before we invaded the subway, I was forced and you in ecstasy
And the fanatics of John Boy didn't care if it was eight or eighty
In front of the stadium, you were already singing his songs, the front rows your obsession
You said John Boy was boreal, something ambiguous and of gray childhood
Honestly, I detested him to death
The light faded, 'which one will they start with?'
You didn't care, you said: 'he'll get it right'
Oh, oh, oh!
How is it possible that I've been in your hells
It's impossible, no, mystery, and whoever had his gift
It would be possible to know you more inside
I won't achieve it, to know more about you
I'm not a fan, another John Boy fan
I hate John Boy, you will hate John Boy
Among those masses, he was the great insect, 'he has powers' you even said
I think he has spent half his life running away, maybe the same thing happens to me
He had expanded his global broadcast from Lima to Reykjavik
And yet he couldn't transmit to those close to him
Universal gaze with personal reach
He finally hypnotized me with his lethal verse
Oh, oh, oh!
How is it possible that I've been in his hells
It's impossible, no, mystery, and whoever had his gift
It would be possible to know you more inside
I won't achieve it, I'll never know
If I don't have his gift
If I don't have his gift
And now I am, and now I am, I am now
And now I am, another John Boy fan
And now I am, and now I am, I am now
And now I am, another John Boy fan