Te Lo Digo Por Tu Bien

You're the champion of the curd,
Pasteurized milk
And mineral water.

And when you're all pumped up,
You dive into a marathon
And finish the party.

Watching cartoons,
You're happy eating ice cream
And pineapple candies.

Whether on the bus or train,
Coming or going,
You spend your time reading
Tarzan magazines.

Duck's blood,
Wake up, my dude
You're gonna freeze to death
If you don't learn to drink.

Wake up
Go out in a hurry
And to the party of tango dancers
To dance a good tango.

Shake off
The dirt from your lapel
Find yourself a chick, man
And come to the party.

Well-dressed and with a cigarette
Between your lips,
Listen to me, idiot
I'm telling you for your own good.

You've never felt the thrill
Of going to watch some punches
In the Luna Park ring.

And if you haven't been to Boca or River
And never
And never been to the paddock
To see a national race.

Tell me if you're a bit smart
Why do you have the brain
If not to use it.

That the roulette is not at the flea market
And that twelve is not a sure thing
Playing English roulette.

Even the chick
Will die of boredom with you.
Wake up, my dude,
I'm telling you for your own good.