Motel Revolución

The owner was a retired communist
He erased Fidel and Che from the wall
He mutated into a capitalist in love
He built a motel (uh-uh)

He built some rooms for sin
Mirrors on the ceiling and the wall
Finish what you never started
Said the sign

(Uh-uh) slab floors
(Uh-uh) light ceilings
(Uh-uh) rose towels
(Uh-uh) nails without a cross

We could have found the solution (ah-ah)
In the back part of that Renault (ah-ah)
But fate sings its own song (ah-ah)
And adds a flat to the equation (ah-ah)
The storie of the Motel Revolución

(Oh-oh-oh)

She was the immaculate girl
Of masses and first communion
If you talked about a bra, he crossed himself.
Oh, ¡sorry!

I convinced her in a February Sunday
We entered the motel and looked at me
She said to me: You took too long, sir.
And she sighed (ah-uh)

What did she say?

(Uh-uh) off the clothes
(Uh-uh) touch me here
(Uh-uh) pour a glass
(Uh-uh) look at you there

We could have found the solution (ah-ah)
In the back part of that Renault (ah-ah)
But fate sings its own song (ah-ah)
And adds a flat to the equation (ah-ah)
The storie of the Motel Revolución

(Oh-oh-oh)

She knew the motel from head to toe.
She put porn on TV
She used to call the waiter for Gustavo
What intuition!

I saw her doing acrobatics on the floor
Asking for joints in the room
Building her own paradise
What a lesson!

And she said!

(Uh-uh) look on TV
(Uh-uh) do it like this
(Uh-uh) soft, it hurts
(Uh-uh) I do it for you

We could have found the solution (ah-ah)
In the back part of that Renault (ah-ah)
But fate sings its own song (ah-ah)
And adds a flat to the equation (ah-ah)
The storie of the Motel Revolución

Hey

We could have found the solution (ah-ah)
In the back part of that Renault (ah-ah)
But fate sings its own song (ah-ah)
And adds a flat to the equation (ah-ah)
The storie of the Motel Revolución