Vamos Pa' La Conga

Let's go black to the conga, look I want to roll over,
my body desperate, listen to the bongo playing
I start to dance, dance
my blood gets excited and I have to fix myself.

Let's go black, you roll, look I'm stuffed
well looking at this lantern with its colored lights
every time I get more excited, rumba passes, rumba passes,
four steps and I start walking.

Black I can't take it anymore, more, more,
look how tired I am, my knee has loosened,
from so much dancing, dancing, I'm going to sit on the floor,
because I'm exhausted, how good the conga is.

Dance calls me, there are people in the disco
the night is young, I give you a pinch
the sensual girl has arrived at the party
she moves like a mischievous cat.

Up with the conga!
She takes off her clothes in front of everyone.
Up with the conga!
the furious boyfriend came to look for her.
Up with the conga!
The boyfriend's mother was in the place.
Up with the conga!
with a gentleman who wasn't her dad.

Let's go black to the conga, look I want to roll over,
my body desperate, listen to the bongo playing
I start to dance, dance my blood gets excited
and I have to fix myself.

Let's go to the conga, says my mom.
Let's go to the party, says my dad.
Hey, hey, little Havana lives the carnival
every Cuban goes out to dance, hey, hey!