S.O.S. Sos Una Rica Banana

yo, I throw myself at the con artist
it's the chorus you always sing
and between cafes, gambling, and women of the night
what the old man earns, you blow it all

Hey, Laponia!
You got that name
for the suit you debuted
and it makes you look sharp

Those whale eyes
relish the scene
of the judge's little game

You're a cheeky one,
you're a sly one
you're a rich banana
you're a good chocolate bar

You're a cheeky one,
you're a sly one
you're a rich banana
you're a good chocolate bar

All those chicks
who want your wind
and with smiles follow your lead
have been spinning you a tale
for a long time
to leave you high and dry and screw you over

While your old man
works and works
from the morning, behind the counter
you, as a good son, are so shameless
that if he earns a buck, you're spending two

Hey, Laponia!
You got that name
for the suit you debuted
and it makes you look sharp

That cream-colored Palm Beach
resembles the same emblem
as the Saint ice cream

You're a cheeky one,
you're a sly one
you're a rich banana
you're a good chocolate bar

S.O.S.
you're a rich banana.
S.O.S.
you're a rich banana.