Niño Bien
Niño bien, pretencioso y engrupido,
Que tenés berretín de figurar;
Niño bien que llevás dos apellidos
Y que usás de escritorio el petit bar;
Pelandrún que la vas de distinguido
Y siempre hablás de la estancia de papá,
Mientras tu viejo, pa' ganarse el puchero,
Todos los días sale a vender fainá.
Vos te creés que porque hablás de ti,
Fumás tabaco inglés
Paseás por sarandí,
Y te cortás las patillas a lo rodolfo
Sos un fifí.
Porque usás la corbata carmín
Y allá en el chantecler
La vas de bailarín,
Y te mandás la biaba de gomina,
Te creés que sos un rana
Y sos un pobre gil.
Niño bien, que naciste en el suburbio
De un bulín alumbrao a querosén,
Que tenés pedigrée bastante turbio
Y decís que sos de familia bien,
No manyás que estás mostrando la hilacha
Y al caminar con aire triunfador
Se ve bien claro que tenés mucha clase
Para lucirte detrás de un mostrador.
Well-off Kid
Well-off kid, pretentious and full of himself,
Who has a fancy for showing off;
Well-off kid who carries two last names
And uses the petit bar as his desk;
Poser who pretends to be distinguished
And always talks about his dad's ranch,
While your old man, to make ends meet,
Goes out every day to sell pizza.
You think that because you talk about yourself,
Smoke English tobacco,
Stroll around Sarandí,
And trim your sideburns like Rodolfo,
You're a snob.
Because you wear a crimson tie
And over at the chantecler
You act like a dancer,
And you boast about your hair gel,
You think you're a big shot
But you're just a poor fool.
Well-off kid, born in the suburbs
In a kerosene-lit hovel,
With a rather murky pedigree
And claiming to be from a good family,
You don't realize you're showing your true colors
And as you walk with a triumphant air
It's quite clear that you have a lot of class
To show off behind a counter.
Escrita por: Juan A. Collazo / Victor Salino / Roberto