Yendo a la casa de Damian

Going to Damián's for a weekend
I had an urge to talk to the man
I walked because I punctured my van
I saw a mine that I'm a fan of

One that comes out on the Sony channel
In a series that is with a pony
And in my house in the Marconi neighborhood
I always see her having a Johnny

I greeted her but she gave me a fly
Because the show was on MTV
I did a Care Free spot
And a jeans jingle reads

I told him: I like rock
But he was in shock
When I wrote on a block sheet
That she was uglier than Mr. Spock

And the bra is filled
With Corned Beef and Chow Mien
And even though she wears Chanel
Have a cocktail with Shell Nafta

The security got heavy
He was bad but he wore Levis
And he threw me out of the limousine
In the eye, a glass of gin

(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I walk along the boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's because I no longer see
that I no longer understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?

Crossing the street I was shocked
When I saw two girls smoking hash
They listened to Trash and The Clash
Playing who took the most splash

And like once at a vernissage
I had a surmenage attack
When they said for ten pesos cash
The three of us make a household together

I got a tic from my nerves
Deep down I was always a freak
I set fire to it with a bic tinderbox
But it seemed unchic to me

That they would trade for a crush
With a nerd in Plush stockings
Who painted her lips with Rouge
I spit on his Bush T-shirt

With my shit in George's face
He got into a Porsche with the girls
He was thought to be a VIP guy
Chewing a potato chip

When he started doing a strip
And he was only in his underwear
A paper clip stuck him in the eye
And with your grave it will say RIP

(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I walk along the boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's because I no longer see
that I no longer understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?

It was Happy Hour at the cabaret
It was fashionable and had carpet
Like a pub, cool and with a pool
The owner is from Liverpool

And after a brief impasse
I went to see a show with Free Pass
From a master who played jazz
Despite having a bypass

A half-gay guy came to talk to me
I put stop and he put play
He liked Big Mac and Tupac
He sold Crack and took Prozac

And he screamed, spitting out a snack
The master plays back
They gutted him like Jack did
Unable to finish his cognac

But they fell from a Penthouse
In my eye, a keyboard and a mouse
Blind and lost from stress
Worse than an express kidnapping

I only know how to say in English: Yes
I thought of Hermann Hesse's book
I'm a loser like a Boy Scout
And I declared myself out of life

(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I walk along the boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's because I no longer see

(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's because I no longer see
that I no longer understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?