Tabaré, That`s Right

Good evening everyone in this seminar
I am a person with good literary taste,
Today I will lecture about a particular book
That I read when I was a kid and they made me recite it.

You might think I'm resentful
But you had to see me as a poorly dressed Indian,
With blue contact lenses and feathers
Wearing little pants and shouting au au a.

Tabaré ye ye ye
The queer Indian attacks again
Tabaré ye ye ye
If you're Indian, then I'm Gardel.

Tabaré suffered from Oedipus complex and had a little problem
He loved a Spanish woman who was just like his mommy,
Besides, he was a fool because the girl was fooling him
She threw herself at him and Tabaré ran away.

He was the precursor of national racism
With those of his own race, everything was wrong,
For him, the whiter the skin, the better
He drew a poster of Snow White without a bra.

Tabaré ye ye ye
The queer Indian attacks again
Tabaré ye ye ye
If you're Indian, then I'm Gardel.

Tabaré, that's right

The Spanish woman was a virgin and got hot
Tabaré respected her because he was baptized,
But one day the Indians attacked
The fort for revenge and kidnapped Blanca.

The chief Yamandú, a more real Charrúa
Stops messing around and tries to have sex with her,
And just when he was about to do her that favor
Tabaré appears to kill the rapist.

Tabaré ye ye ye
The queer Indian attacks again
Tabaré ye ye ye
If you're Indian, then I'm Gardel.

Tabaré, it's fine

They found Tabaré with the woman on a hill
And they killed him for being a fool.
It can be concluded from this idiotic story
That the Charrúa spirit is just a tale.

In conclusion, I would say that without much effort
Great soap operas would be made by the people of Buenos Aires,
And the lecture has now come to an end
May Zorrilla de San Martín rest in peace.

Tabaré. His song is no longer heard.
Thank goodness.