Blues de La Artillería

You're the ace of the 'Paris club'
Ace, rock is not your thing
They close the bars you go to
Your swagger and your gray eyes.
I'm not one to advise
But you're messing with people
You should have put that restaurant in the river
That kept you awake - the dream!
But... can all your stuff fit
In a damn suitcase?
As a leader dealer without brakes?
You're the ace of the 'Paris club',
(you're the jewel of the place)
The neighborhood accent doesn't suit you
And keeps you awake - the dream!
You go like a blind man in the cellar
What's your charter?
You're a party aristocrat.
You're the ace of the 'Paris club'
Ace, rock is not your thing
They close the bars you go to
And keeps you awake - the dream!
But... can all your stuff fit
In a damn suitcase?
As a leader dealer without brakes?
If your coin could talk
If that coin spoke too much...