Rap Del Optimista

It was a group of those you see in a bar for a hundred bucks
Coke, beer, and sex, starched crest, jacket with nails
There were four guys of a provocative intensity
Shouting to the world: our time has finally come!

And they played rock and roll
A bit immature but rock and roll
Slightly dark but rock and roll
Quite tough but rock and roll
If there's no future, long live rock and roll!
Until summer came
And they were introduced to a radio host
Who had an arranger friend
Who was a neighbor of a producer
Married to a keyboardist
Very avant-garde
Who was the lover
Of an elegant agent
Who has a partner with a lot of vision
To do business
With the singers
And the Visa arrived, with its blackmail
And the rush of trips began
And the laughter ended

They no longer go to bars, they organize their own events privately
They know how to adapt to market demands
They did six shows with the Duke in the local elections
They were the third of the I-don't-know-how-many main ones

Now they play pure pop
Intentional but pure pop
A bit heavy but pure pop
Against the past: Long live pop!
Since summer came
And they were introduced to an image consultant
Who was involved
With the niece of a promoter
Brother-in-law of a certain fashion designer
Who was the wife of a columnist
From that prestigious magazine
For his talent in launching artists
Now they act like yuppies, photos in Hola
They swear by Snoopy, that's what's cool
They ignore the groupies

Today they play the optimist's rap
Instead of the blues of necessity
Even in the dentist's office
They play on the background music
They agreed with the Portuguese vote
Thirteenth place in Eurovision
They who swore to devour life
Life devoured them
And although they've stepped on more than one piece of shit
Their blue suede shoes
Now they wear Lottuse on the carpets
And they treat Solana informally
Let no one feel offended, to me
Moralizing makes me vomit
I wanted to make a fun story, without
Resemblance to reality
May that certain critic out there
Whoever feels offended, to me
Moralizing makes me vomit
I wanted to make a fun story, without
Resemblance to reality
May that certain critic out there
Who has three legs
If I lie when I say that I never ask
For advice and never give it
Except to that jerk in the mirror
Who mocks me a lot
Sometimes he flips me off and says
No one can stand you, kid
After all, the only thing that happens
Is that I needed to compose (to eat)
A song that would finally finish this damn
LP
I wish I had, instead of this reggae
Written Rhapsody in Blue
Chelsea Hotel, Guantanamera
Tattoo, or She Loves You (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pedro Navaja, Like a Rolling Stone
Two Gardenias for you
Look how mean you are, I don't do
Anything else but think of you
Marieta, The statue in the botanical garden
Moon over Bourbon Street
What fault do I have if the most I achieve
Is Let's say I'm talking about
Let's say I'm talking about
Let's say I'm talking about Peanut
If you want to have fun with your girlfriend