Bailando en la Sociedad Rural

Dancing at the Rural Society
Dancing at the Rural Society
I saw you sitting on a pipe
Your suede boot got stuck in
The shit of a champion bull
And you fell flat on your face in front of me
"Sausage sandwich!"

I know... I’d never stroll
With champion cows in a jaguar 'cause you
Will be in their place... Oh-oh!

Sapsa buda badu sapsa putayda busapsa putabadu
sap sabadabadá
Sapsa buda badu sapsa dayda busapsa putabadu sap

I like kissing you, despite the smell of shit
In the horse pavilion
I gave you a ticket for the lottery and saw you
At the cap stand where a girl gave you a cookie,
So I found you again
Tasting some foie gras!

Dancing at the Rural Society
Dancing at the Rural Society
I almost killed myself when I slipped
That time I was watching a pig

They gave me a foam hat that covered
My head from the heat and had stuck on it
The logo of an insecticide

You will never forget
When I stole your heart
Behind that Massey Ferguson!

(And in the meantime:)
Shove the rural society up
Your ass, I want to see if there's room

On this joyful and enthusiastic afternoon, I
Ask you please that in this carnival of
Joy, you all try to stay
Calm and not swing machetes, like this
Lady, who comes to complain at the stand
José Amalfitani where some filthy
Guys hit her with a machete that made her sit
On her ass, please, to the guys I say: don’t
Throw water balloons, they can
Only be thrown during the day, and come on,
Guys, it’s been over four hours since the
Sun went down. And it’s just us left. For you, for
Yours. And now also lemon flavor.