Yendo A La Casa De Damián - El Cuarteto de Nos

Yendo un weekend a lo de Damián

tenía urgencia de hablar con el man

caminé porque pinché mi van

vi una mina de la que soy fan

Una que sale por el canal Sony

en una serie que está con un pony

y en mi casa del barrio Marconi

siempre la veo tomándome un Johnny

La saludé pero me hechó fli

porque el programa era en MTV

hacía un spot de Carefree

y un jingle de los jeans Lee

Le dije a mi me gusta el rock

pero quedó en estado de shock

cuando escribí en una hoja de block

que era más fea que el señor Spock

Y que se rellena el sutien

con cornbeef y chowmein

y a pesar de que usa Channel

toma un cóctel con nafta de Shell

El security se puso heavy

era malo pero usaba Levis

y me tiró desde la limousine

en el ojo un vaso con gin

Ahh ahh

yendo a la casa de Damián

Ahh ahh

camino por el boulevard

Ahh ahh

Yendo a la casa de Damián

no sé si es que ya no veo

que ya no entiendo

por qué me cuesta tanto llegar

Cruzando la calle quedé de flash

cuando vi dos niñas fumando hash

escuchaban trash y the clash

jugando quien tomaba más splash

Y como una vez en un vernisage

me dio un ataque de surmenage

cuando dijeron por diez pesos cash

hacemos juntos los tres un mènage

De los nervios me vino un tic

en el fondo siempre fui un freak

le di fuego con yesquero bic

pero me pareció poco chic

Que pensaran por una crush

con un nerd de media de plush

que le pintó los labios con rouge

yo le escupí su t-shirt de Bush

Con mi gargajo en la cara de George

se subió con las chicas a un Porche

se pensaba que era un tipo VIP

masticando una papa chip

Cuando empezó a hacer un strip

y quedaba solo en slip

le clavó en el ojo un clip

y con tu tumba va a decir RIP

Ahh ahh

yendo a la casa de Damián

Ahh ahh

camino por el boulevard

Ahh ahh

Yendo a la casa de Damián

no sé si es que ya no veo

que ya no entiendo

por qué me cuesta tanto llegar

Era happy hour en el cabaret

era fashion y tenia moquet

como un pub cool y con pool

el dueño es de Liverpool

Y después de un breve impasse

entre a ver un show con free pass

de un master que tocaba jazz

a pesar de tener un bypass

Vino a hablarme uno medio gay

yo ponía stop y el ponía play

le gustaba el Big Mac y Tupac

vendía crack y tomaba Prozac

Y gritó escupiendo un snack

¡el master hace playback!

lo destriparon como hacia Jack

sin poder terminar su coñac

Pero cayeron desde un penthouse

en mi ojo un teclado y un mouse

ciego y perdido por el stress

peor que en un secuestro express

Yo que en inglés solo sé decir yes

pensé en el libro de Herman Hess

soy un loser como boy scout

y de la vida me deja re out

Ahh ahh

yendo a la casa de Damián

Ahh ahh

camino por el boulevard

Ahh ahh

Yendo a la casa de Damián

no sé si es que ya no veo

que ya no entiendo

por qué me cuesta tanto llegar

Going to Damián's for a weekend

I had an urge to talk to the man

I walked because I punctured my van

I saw a mine that I'm a fan of

One that comes out on the Sony channel

in a series that is with a pony

and in my house in the Marconi neighborhood

I always see her having a Johnny

I greeted her but she flirted with me

because the show was on MTV

I was doing a Carefree spot

and a Lee jeans jingle

I told him I like rock

but he was in a state of shock

when I wrote on a block sheet

that she was uglier than Mr. Spock

And that the sutien is filled

with cornbeef and chowmein

and despite using Channel

have a cocktail with shell naphtha

The security got heavy

It was bad but I wore Levis

and he threw me from the limousine

in the eye a glass with gin

ah ah

going to Damien's house

ah ah

I walk down the boulevard

ah ah

Going to Damien's house

I don't know if I don't see anymore

that I no longer understand

why is it so hard for me to get there

Crossing the street I was flash

when i saw two girls smoking hash

they listened to trash and the clash

playing who took more splash

And like once in a vernisage

gave me an attack of surmenage

when they said for ten pesos cash

the three of us make a mènage together

From the nerves came a tic

deep down I was always a freak

I gave him fire with tinderbox bic

but it seemed unchic to me

What will they think for a crush

with a plush stocking nerd

who painted her lips with rouge

I spit on his Bush t-shirt

With my gargajo on George's face

he got on a porch with the girls

he was thought to be a VIP guy

chewing on a potato chip

When he started doing a strip

and he was left alone in slip

he stuck a clip in her eye

and with your grave it will say RIP

ah ah

going to Damien's house

ah ah

I walk down the boulevard

ah ah

Going to Damien's house

I don't know if I don't see anymore

that I no longer understand

why is it so hard for me to get there

It was happy hour at the cabaret

It was fashion and it had a carpet

like a cool pub with a pool

the owner is from liverpool

And after a brief impasse

enter to see a show with free pass

of a master who played jazz

despite having a bypass

A half-gay guy came to talk to me

I put stop and he put play

he liked the Big Mac and Tupac

I sold crack and took Prozac

And he screamed spitting out a snack

the master does playback!

they gutted him like they did Jack

unable to finish his cognac

But they fell from a penthouse

in my eye a keyboard and a mouse

blind and lost by stress

worse than an express kidnapping

I who in English only know how to say yes

I thought of the book by Herman Hess

i'm a loser like boy scout

and life lets me re out

ah ah

going to Damien's house

ah ah

I walk down the boulevard

ah ah

Going to Damien's house

I don't know if I don't see anymore

that I no longer understand

why is it so hard for me to get there