No Me Importa Nada

Tonight I don't care about anything

More closed than a doll's butt
Pedro's bar was, and the vest, tough guy
I suggested going home as a condition, at midnight pumpkin
The neighborhood came, Martin, Melchor, Tania, and Juliana
José Luis, Humberto, Sandra, and Mariana

Each with a bottle and lots of desire
And there was no lack of someone who said they invited Miss Tijuana

It was longer than a snake fart
To get us a mariachi at La Minerva
Juan, the taco vendor from the corner, came with 4 of his cousins, an actress
Posh and snobbish, a supposed Televisa producer
Juan Gabriel in rolled-up sleeves

A senator, future president
Conservative, but such a delinquent
Like a ratchet

Only missing for the Zaguán to cross
Mr. Bush and some Taliban

But tonight I don't care about anything
I don't care about anything
If they invade Japan or surrender in Havana
If you're Mormon or go to the mosque
If you come in mourning or are kind of P—

Because tonight I don't care about anything

Welcome, yes, come in, step right up
Said a guy I hadn't seen before
Kamikazes, kings of the commotion
Paparazzi, with telephoto lenses
Police, (move to the side)
Comrades of wonderful girls, meringue players
Yacht owners, sweet talkers, Russians, masseuses

And while I kept being the king
A guy shouted: here comes the law!
And pumpkin

I ended up at the police station
And the party continued inside

Because tonight I don't care about anything
I don't care about anything
If they invade Japan or surrender in Havana

If you're Mormon or go to the mosque
If you come in mourning or are kind of P—

Because tonight I don't care about anything

Because tonight I don't care about anything
I don't care about anything
If they invade Japan or surrender in Havana

If you're Mormon or go to the mosque
If you come in mourning or are kind of P—

Because tonight I don't care about anything

(Because tonight I don't care about anything)
More tired than the plumber on the Titanic

(Because tonight I don't care about anything)
Hostesses, magazine models, studs, bodyguards, artists

(Because tonight I don't care about anything)
The crying boy and they pinch him, he was one-armed and nicknamed Octopus

(Because tonight I don't care about anything)
The gossip got a bit flirty and my buddy

(Because tonight I don't care about anything)
Everyone was there and nobody was invited

(Because tonight I don't care about anything)