La de Cupido

Up on the hill, Cupid was
Up on the hill, Cupid was
With his bottle of wine, playing reveille
He played beautifully, in the morning

Playing reveille, yes, under a fig tree
Contemplating he said: What black figs
How green the figs are, black the figs

They've killed Cupid, inside a car, inside a car
Who sent Cupid, to walk at night
Who has seen Cupid, so daring

Damn, what he tells, to that Cupid
Damn, what he tells, to that Cupid
Flirting with the girls, pretends to be asleep
If they look at him fiercely, he says it wasn't me

Cupid walks armed, with bow and arrow
Always aims and hits the mark, by chance
Plays reveille loudly, with his bottle
They've killed Cupid, inside a car, inside a car
Who sent Cupid, to walk at night
Who has seen Cupid, so daring