Y la Banda Sigue - Cacho Castaña, Los Auténticos Decadentes

Había una vez un grupo de amigos en el barrio

Tenían una banda que nunca había tocado

Y querían tocar, para no laburar

Y casi ni ensayaron de una se mandaron

Eran muy caraduras y muy desafinados

¡Y sonaban mal, y tocamos igual!

Y al final del show quien iba a pensar

El público aplaudía pedían una mas…

Al final del show quien iba a pensar

El público aplaudía, pedían una mas…

Y la banda sigue, tocando

Y la banda sigue, cantando

Y la banda sigue, tocando

Y la banda sigue, cantando

Y salieron del barrio valientes mercenarios

Salieron a ganar en cualquier escenario

En el Festipunk, en el Tropical…

En un Bar Mitzvah y en el Luna Park

Todos se divertían, pedían una mas

En un Bar Mitzvah y en el Luna Park

Todos se divertían, pedían una mas

Y la banda sigue, tocando

Y la banda sigue, cantando

Y la banda sigue, tocando

Y la banda sigue, cantando

Y lo cantan todos en la calle y en la cancha

Nadie para esta avalancha de sonido popular

Y lo bailan todos en la disco, en la bailanta

Esta música le gusta a todo el mundo por igual

¿Seguimos?, si!

¿Paramos?, no!

Y la banda sigue, tocando

Y la banda sigue, cantando

Y la banda sigue, sigue, tocando

Y la banda sigue, cantando

Y querían tocar…

Once upon a time there was a group of friends in the neighborhood

They had a band that had never played

And they wanted to play, so as not to work

And they hardly even rehearsed at once they sent

They were very cheeky and very out of tune

And they sounded bad, and we played the same!

And at the end of the show who would have thought

The public applauded asking for one more...

At the end of the show who would have thought

The public applauded, they asked for one more…

And the band goes on, playing

And the band goes on, singing

And the band goes on, playing

And the band goes on, singing

And brave mercenaries left the neighborhood

They came out to win in any scenario

At the Festipunk, at the Tropical…

At a Bar Mitzvah and at Luna Park

Everyone had fun, they asked for one more

At a Bar Mitzvah and at Luna Park

Everyone had fun, they asked for one more

And the band goes on, playing

And the band goes on, singing

And the band goes on, playing

And the band goes on, singing

And everyone sings it in the street and on the field

Nobody stops this avalanche of popular sound

And everyone dances it in the disco, in the bailanta

This music is liked by everyone equally

Shall we continue? Yes!

Shall we stop?, no!

And the band goes on, playing

And the band goes on, singing

And the band goes on, goes on, playing

And the band goes on, singing

And they wanted to touch…