Él es... Rita la cantaora - Hombres G

El era un simple electricista

Pero una noche tormentosa

Arreglando un poste de telegrafos

Una fuerte descarga electrica

Transformo todas las celulas de su organismo

Y ahora… Cada vez que el se irrita

El es… Rita la cantaora

Ja, ja, ja, ja

Su verdadero nombre es Eusebio, es un honrado trabajador

No se te ocurra crispar sus nervios

Con una simple mirada de asco

Eusebio se descompone, es otro hombre

No lo conoces, Cuidado con la cara que pones

Era una noche de lluvia y viento

Eusebio volva de la central

Doblo la esquina y en un momento

Un par de enormes macarras quisieron robar…

Al pobre Eusebio, le echan al suelo

Cuando de pronto un grito estridente les paralizo…

Es Eusebio… No es posible, No es posible

No lo entiendo… Es materialmente imposible

Su bolsita pequea Adidas, se ha transformado en un bolso

Y su calva ya no es calva, es una melena larga

Ja… Ja…

Siempre se ha odo hablar de Rita

Pero nadie la ha visto en la ciudad

Se esta organizando una partida

Vengan conmigo todos los que sepan montar

Y en las colinas, se esconde Rita

Y por las noches alguien la odo cantar

Es Eusebio… No es posible…

Es Eusebio… No es posible…

Es Eusebio… No es posible, No es posible

No lo entiendo… Es materialmente imposible

Su bolsita pequea Adidas, se ha transformado en un bolso

Y su calva ya no es calva, es una melena larga (x2)

(Ondie, que pelos mas largos me han salio.)

(Historia basada en el cuento de Javier Molina:

He was a simple electrician

But one stormy night

Fixing a telegraph pole

A strong electric shock

I transform all the cells of your organism

And now... Every time he gets irritated

He is… Rita the singer

LOL

His real name is Eusebio, he is an honest worker

Don't you dare get on his nerves

With a simple look of disgust

Eusebio breaks down, he is another man

You don't know him, be careful with the face you make

It was a rainy and windy night

Eusebio returned from the central

I turn the corner and in a moment

A couple of huge thugs wanted to steal...

They throw poor Eusebio to the ground

When suddenly a strident scream paralyzed them…

It's Eusebio... It's not possible, It's not possible

I don't understand it... It's materially impossible

His small Adidas bag, he has been transformed into a bag

And his bald spot is no longer bald, it's long hair

Ha ha…

He has always heard of Rita

But nobody has seen her in the city

She is organizing a game

Come with me all those who know how to ride

And in the hills, Rita hides

And at night someone heard her sing

It's Eusebio... It's not possible...

It's Eusebio... It's not possible...

It's Eusebio... It's not possible, It's not possible

I don't understand it... It's materially impossible

His small bag of him Adidas, has been transformed into a bag

And his bald spot is no longer bald, it's long hair (x2)

(Ondie, what longer hairs have come out of me.)

(Story based on the story by Javier Molina: