Garufa

From the neighborhood La Mondiola, you’re the biggest player
And they call you Garufa 'cause you’re so cool;
You’ve got more ambitions than a showgirl
Who would’ve made a splash with a tango.
During the week, you’re all about work,
And on Saturday night, you’re a big shot:
You put on your fancy pants and stiff collar
And head downtown to tear it up.

Garufa,
Man, you’re a riot!
Garufa,
You’re a lost cause;
Your mom
Says you’re a little outlaw
'Cause she found out you were seen
The other night
In the Japanese Park.

You hit the milonga as soon as it starts
And you’re the ladies’ favorite dancer;
You can dance the Marseillaise,
The Garibaldi March, and The Troubadour.
With a coffee and a pastry,
You wrap up that wild night
And when you get home, in the early morning,
You say: "I’m one hell of a player."