Un Loco En La Calesita

A station romance
made him lose his mind
He went to the bathroom and smoked
and the orchestra started playing

One, two, three, go and good
he played and forgot about everything
One, two, three, go and good
the Fender dripped with hatred

He wanted to know
what it was like to go to California
He worked in a workshop
mechanics in La Boca

He hurried
and pulled out his teeth one by one
and he was saved
for being fifty-seven class

He never had a good home
he was neither a father nor a son

He never met Gardel,
Only Hendrix and a guy named Fito
He started to get tired
and so he tried some pills
He got tired again
and didn't stop until he saw the heroin

They saw a crazy guy on a carousel
close to naked and with sick eyes
and he spun around and smiled
and whistled softly so as not to bother
and God is a smoke machine

He traded the Fender for a Suzuki
he traveled to Brazil with his grandmother's money
and he was in jail for stealing a car
and he arrived in Gerais
and he jumped off the train
And God is a smoke machine
And God is a machine...

No one saw him again
it is suspected that he is loose
Disguised as a pheasant
or a gendarme in some port

One, two, three, go and good...
He played and forgot about everything
One, two, three, go and good...
The Fender dripped with hatred

They say an angel caught him in the bathroom,
crucified him and took out his eyes,
and with his blood painted his lips
and cut off his legs and ate them
And God is a smoke machine
And God is a machine...