La Rubia Tarada
Caras conchetas, miradas berretas
Y hombres encajados en Fiorucci
Oigo, dame y quiero y no te metas
Te gustó el nuevo Bertolucci?
La rubia tarada, bronceada, aburrida
Me dice: ¿Por qué te pelaste?
Y yo: Por el asco que dá tu sociedad
Por el pelo de hoy ¿cuánto gastaste?
Un pseudo punkito, con el acento finito
Quiere hacer el chico malo
Tuerce la boca, se arregla el pelito
Toma un trago y vuelve a belgrano
Basta, me voy, rumbo a la puerta
Y después a un boliche a la esquina
A tomar una ginebra con gente despierta
Esta sí que es Argentina
The Crazy Blonde
Conchette faces, berret looks
And men fitted into Fiorucci
Hey, give me and I want and don't get involved
Did you like the new Bertolucci?
The stupid, tanned, boring blonde
He tells me: Why did you fight?
And me: Because of the disgust that your society gives
For today's hair, how much did you spend?
A pseudo punk, with a finite accent
He wants to play the bad boy
He twists his mouth, fixes his hair
Take a drink and go back to Belgrano
Enough, I'm leaving, heading for the door
And then to a bowling alley on the corner
To have a gin with awake people
This is Argentina
Escrita por: Diego Arnedo / Germán Daffunchio / Luca Prodan