Currito Ta Ta Ta

I sing the ta ta ta to my little one
What he loves is the song of the ta ta ta
I sing it to him at twenty to four
At twenty-five and at twenty-seven.

In the afternoon and in the early morn
I sing the ta ta ta to my little one.

The sadness doesn’t go away
If you don’t know the way
You gotta sing the ta ta ta to my little one.

Louder, he says, louder
My boy doesn’t fall asleep with anything

Louder, he says, louder
My boy is finally falling asleep with the ta ta ta.

In the afternoon and in the early morn
I sing the ta ta ta to my little one.