Salsamania - Sergent Garcia

Todos los domingos yo enchufo la radio,

A los cinco de la tarde,

Que es la hora la m?

s ch?

vere,

Pase lo que pase, no lo pierdo nunca,

Ese programa se llama salsaman?

a,

M?

sica latina durante tres horas,

Empuja los muebles y preparat?

a bailar,

Ll?

male a tu mam?

y a tu pap?

y a tu t?

a,

Que ya est?

mos todos atentos con los amigos,

S?

bele el volumen que ya empieza la fiesta.

As?

se baila en las tardes domingueras,

As?

se goza en las noches parisinas,

Todos al escucha de salsaman?

a,

Bailando como locos, todos los domingos.

A m?

me gusta la salsa calentita,

Yo me lo paso bien el domingo a la tarde,

Y de paso les doy un saludito a mi gente.

Ya esta hay el loco detr?

s del micr?

fono,

Pinchando los discos para todo el mundo.

M?

sica del Caribe, de Colombia, Venezuela.

Sin olvidar a Ju?

n Martinez y las sonaras cubanas.

Tel?

fono caliente, puedes saludar a tu gente,

Dedicatorias a las chicas las m?

s guapas,

Patchanga, merenguito, son, mambo y guaguanc?.

?

Ay !?

Que locura !

Que m?

siac m?

s buena.

?

Pero, hombre que haces t?

todav?

a en la calle?

?

Es que no sabes t?

que son las cinco de la tarde?

Ya se que el sol calienta, y tienes mucha pereza.

Pero m?

s sol te vas a encontrar en la salsaman?

a.

?

Vete pa’tu casa que tu novia quiere bailar !

No te lo pierdas, te lo dice el Sargento,

Desde mi barrio controlando micr?

fono.

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Every Sunday I plug in the radio,

At five in the afternoon,

What is the hour the m?

sch?

I will see,

No matter what happens, I never lose it

Is that program called salsaman?

a,

m?

Latin sica for three hours,

Push the furniture and prepare

to dance,

L?

I hurt your mom?

and your dad?

and you?

a,

What is it?

let's all pay attention with friends,

Yes?

Bele the volume that the party is already starting.

Ace?

it is danced on Sunday afternoons,

Ace?

is enjoyed in the Parisian nights,

Everyone listening to salsaman?

a,

Dancing like crazy, every Sunday.

to me?

I like hot sauce

I have a good time on Sunday afternoon,

And by the way, I say hello to my people.

There is already the madman behind?

s of the micr?

phone,

DJing the records for everyone.

m?

sica of the Caribbean, from Colombia, Venezuela.

Not forgetting Ju?

n Martinez and Cuban sonaras.

Phone?

hot phone, you can greet your people,

Dedications to the girls the m?

you're beautiful,

Patchanga, merenguito, son, mambo and guaguanc?.

?

Ouch!?

What madness!

what m?

siac m?

be good.

?

But man, what are you doing?

yet?

to in the street?

?

Is it that you don't know?

What is five in the afternoon?

I know that the sun is hot, and you are very lazy.

But M?

Are you going to find yourself in the Salsaman?

a.

?

Go home because your girlfriend wants to dance!

Don't miss it, the Sergeant tells you,

From my neighborhood controlling micr?

phone.

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