Club de fans de John Boy - Love Of Lesbian

Todos los raros fuimos al concierto

Del gran telépata de Dublín

Media hora antes invadimos el metro

Yo iba obligado y tú en éxtasis

Y tanto os daba ocho como ochenta

A los fanáticos de John Boy

Frente al estadio ya cantabais sus temas

Primeras filas vuestra obsesión

Decíais que John Boy era boreal

Algo ambiguo y de infancia gris

Sinceramente yo lo detestaba hasta morir

La luz se desmayó, «¿con cual van a empezar?»

A ti te daba igual, dijiste: «acertará»

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!!

Como es posible que haya estado en tus infiernos

Es imposible, no, misterio

Y quien tuviera su don

Sería posible conocerte más por dentro

No lo conseguiré, saber más de ti

Yo no soy fan, otro fan de John Boy

Odio a John Boy, tu odiarás a John Boy

De aquellas masas era el gran insecto

«tiene poderes» llegaste a decir

Creo que lleva media vida huyendo

Quizás le pasa lo mismo que a mi

Había expandido su emisión global

Desde Lima hasta Reykjavík

Y sin embargo a quien tenía cerca no podía transmitir

Mirada universal de alcance personal

Me hipnotizó por fin con su verso letal

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!!

Como es posible que haya estado en sus infiernos

Es imposible, no, misterio

Y quien tuviera su don

Sería posible conocerte más por dentro

No lo conseguiré, nunca sabré

Si yo no tengo su don

Si yo no tengo su don

Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy

Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy

Y ahora ya soy, y ahora ya, ya lo soy

Y ahora ya soy, otro fan de John Boy

All of us freaks went to the concert

Of the great telepath of Dublin

Half an hour before we invaded the subway

I was forced and you in ecstasy

And I gave you eight as well as eighty

To the fans of John Boy

In front of the stadium you were already singing their songs

First rows your obsession

You said that John Boy was boreal

Something ambiguous and of gray childhood

Honestly I hated him to death

The light passed out, "which one are you going to start with?"

You didn't care, you said: "it will be right"

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!!

How is it possible that I have been in your hells

It's impossible, no, mystery

And whoever had his gift

It would be possible to know you more inside

I won't get it, know more about you

I'm not a fan, another fan of John Boy

I hate John Boy, you'll hate John Boy

Of those masses was the great insect

"has powers" you came to say

I think he's been on the run for half his life

Maybe the same thing happens to me

It had expanded its global broadcast

From Lima to Reykjavik

And yet to whom he was close he could not transmit

Personal Reaching Universal Gaze

He hypnotized me at last with his lethal verse

Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhhhh!!!

How is it possible that he has been in his hells

It's impossible, no, mystery

And whoever had his gift

It would be possible to know you more inside

I won't get it, I'll never know

If I don't have your gift

If I don't have your gift

And now I am, and now I am, I am

And now I am another fan of John Boy

And now I am, and now I am, I am

And now I am another fan of John Boy