La Canchera
Edmundo Rivero
The Show-off
She turned forty, gentlemen
And she's still a knockout,
Still retains the freshness
Of her early days.
The table full of flowers
Gave a touch of splendor,
To the party held in her honor
By an old man,
Who besides his sympathy,
Was a bearer check.
A light to catch fools,
Fine paint, streetwise soul,
She graduated as a show-off
Just at eighteen.
She throws money by the thousands,
Smokes and likes caviar,
Dresses impeccably,
Hangs out at the best bar,
And when morning comes,
She only goes to bed.
There's no night spot
That this lioness doesn't know,
From a bar like Martona
To the most flowery cabaret.
Airlines, train, steamship,
Mar del Plata, Miramar,
Casino, rough gambling,
She lived it up first class,
She knew how to make her show-off diploma
Respected.
She knows well that her beauty
Has little fabric left,
She also knows that the years
Eat up any makeup.
But when nature
Starts hitting hard,
She'll have a penthouse, a fancy car,
The old man, the checkbook,
And more money in her wallet,
Than the Bank of New York.
