Vamos Pa' La Conga
Vamos negro pa´ la conga mira que quiero arrollar,
mi cuerpo desesperao oye sonar la bongo
me pongo a bailar, bailar
la sangre se me alborota y me tengo que remediar.
Vamo negro que tu arrollas mira que estoy embuchao
pues mirando este farol con sus luces colorá
cada vez me embullo más, rumba pasa, rumba pasa,
cuatro pasos y echo a andar
Negro ya no puedo más, más, más,
mira como estoy cansao la rodilla me aflojao,
de tanto bailar, bailar, al suelo me voy a sentar ,
porque estoy desbaratado, que buena la conga va.
El baile me llama hay gente en la disco
la noche es joven, te meto un pellizco
la chica sensual, ha llegado a la fiesta
tiene movimientos de gata traviesa.
Arriba con la conga!
Se quita la ropa delante de todos.
Arriba con la conga!
el novio furioso la vino a buscar.
Arriba con la conga!
La madre del novio estaba en el lugar.
Arriba con la conga!
con un caballero que no era su papá.
Vamos negro pa´ la conga mira que quiero arrollar,
mi cuerpo desesperao, oye sonar la bongo
me pongo a bailar, bailar la sangre se me alborota
y me tengo que remediar.
Vamo pa´ la conga, dice mi mamá.
Vamo a la pachanga dice mi papá.
Ae, ea, la pequeña Habana vive el carnaval
todos los cubanos salen a bailar, ae, ea!
Let's Go to the Conga
Let's go black to the conga, look I want to roll over,
my body desperate, listen to the bongo playing
I start to dance, dance
my blood gets excited and I have to fix myself.
Let's go black, you roll, look I'm stuffed
well looking at this lantern with its colored lights
every time I get more excited, rumba passes, rumba passes,
four steps and I start walking.
Black I can't take it anymore, more, more,
look how tired I am, my knee has loosened,
from so much dancing, dancing, I'm going to sit on the floor,
because I'm exhausted, how good the conga is.
Dance calls me, there are people in the disco
the night is young, I give you a pinch
the sensual girl has arrived at the party
she moves like a mischievous cat.
Up with the conga!
She takes off her clothes in front of everyone.
Up with the conga!
the furious boyfriend came to look for her.
Up with the conga!
The boyfriend's mother was in the place.
Up with the conga!
with a gentleman who wasn't her dad.
Let's go black to the conga, look I want to roll over,
my body desperate, listen to the bongo playing
I start to dance, dance my blood gets excited
and I have to fix myself.
Let's go to the conga, says my mom.
Let's go to the party, says my dad.
Hey, hey, little Havana lives the carnival
every Cuban goes out to dance, hey, hey!