Atenti Pebeta (part. Julio Martel)

When you're on the sidewalk
And you catch a glimpse of a tough guy
Just act nonchalant
And don't give him the time of day
Don't show that you're ready
For the first shot of the lasso
And that just for a couple of bucks
Well ironed, you'll lose yourself

When you come downtown
Walk staring at the ground
Dragging your heels
And leaning against the wall
As if you had no
Hopes or comfort left
Because if not, the fools will
Make you lose your way

If you see some duck gloves, ditch them
A couple of gaiters, ditch them too
Those overcoats
With fourteen eyelets
Don't pay them any mind
Or you'll lose yourself

To those little fourteen-line mustaches
That instead of mustaches
Are a sham

Watch out, chick, follow my advice
I'm an old fox
And I care about you

Oh, lift up your skirt
Where the ankle begins
Let your hair grow
And a good blush of powder
Buy yourself a tough look
With rivets and screws
And say goodbye to dust
To cream and lipstick

Have some vanilla milk
Or chocolate with churros
Even if you're at the moment
For the vermouth
Then buy a flashy hat
And catching the first fool
For love's sake
You'll lose your health