Con Un Par

The first thing Dioni did when he arrived in Rio
Was to toast with the mirror and say, 'what a guy!'
Don't see what a blast
Right at the restaurant entrance
Girls to the hall
Dioni is in town
With his good pair of crocodile shoes
Not even Venus de Milo can resist him
Especially if
They pay him for a French
Twice what he earned in Madrid
Working for a month

Why do mulatto women, when they are top-notch
Confuse the heart with the wallet

And the cops
If they see you as a sucker
See ghosts
If you also cut the cod

Oh Dionisio
It was total at the bank without a bad shot
Lots of vice
Grab the big bucks and take off

The number of nights I've spent planning
A hit like the one you pulled off with a pair

Dancing a lambada in Copacabana
Still amazed recalling that morning
When he decided
To gamble heads or tails
For once you get a clear challenge in the card game

Lying down, the bachelor of Ipanema dreams
Awake, how people will be amazed!
Seeing your photo on the
Cover of the magazine!
Your body won't enjoy
The change of look much

What a high level
Such an apprentice sorcerer
Nose like Indiana Jones
Luxury wig

But watch out
Destiny is a jerk
Without decorum
It gives you champagne and then anise

Oh Dionisio
It was total at the bank without a bad shot
Lots of vice
Grab the big bucks and take off

The number of nights I've spent planning
A hit like the one you pulled off with a pair
I'll bring you a sandwich with lime
With this sauce on top to Carabanchel

The day after the robbery
And you seemed so silly
One in the bar commented
Who knew you
And the waiter said
Hats off because you had
Known how to handle it
With class and category
Like a number one
And a retiree added
Just to annoy
That Madrid should
Proudly raise
A bust in Gran Vía
At public expense
And a plaque that would say
To Dioni, with a pair
And everyone agreed

This traveling sauce for you
Anyone can dance it

I'll bring you a sandwich with lime
With this sauce on top to Carabanchel

Tough destiny
Cruel and rogue
It gives you champagne
And then anise

I'll bring you a sandwich with lime
With this sauce on top to Carabanchel

And everyone agreed
And while I listened to them
I composed this rhythm
Let the police come
And take away what we've danced
The rhythm is more fun
When it's held tight
Than the loose change for me
Has neither meat nor fish
It's danced in Andalusia
And with more sound than in Bilbao
And in New York the dark-skinned
Do it with swing
And you without harming
Anyone and handcuffed
May the extradition law
Catch you confessed