Un Loco En La Calesita

A romance of the station
Made him lose his mind
He went to the bathroom and smoked
And the orchestra started playing
One, two, three and good
He played and forgot about everything
One, two, three and good
The Fender was dripping with hatred

He wanted to know
What it was like to go to California
He worked in a workshop
Mechanical in La Boca
He hurried
And pulled out one tooth at a time
And he was saved
For being from class fifty-seven

He never had a good home
He was neither a father nor a son
He never met Gardel
Only Hendrix and Tanguito
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 madman on a carousel
Almost 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 went to Brazil with his grandmother's money
And he was arrested for stealing a car
And he reached Gerais
And he caught the train
And God is a smoke machine
And God is a smoke 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 and good
He played and forgot about everything
One, two, three and good
The Fender was dripping with hatred

They saw a madman on a carousel
Almost 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
They say an angel caught him in the bathroom
He crucified him and took out his eyes
And with his blood he painted his lips
And he cut off his legs and ate them
And God is a smoke machine
And God is a machine!