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El Cuarteto de Nos - Yendo a la casa de Damián (English Translation) Lyrics[Verse 1]
Heading one weekend to Damian’s house
I was in a rush to talk to the guy
I had to walk because I punctured my van’s tire
I saw a girl I’m a big fan of
One who appears on the Sony channel
In a series where she’s with a pony
And at my house in the Marconi neighborhood
I always watch her while drinking Johnnie

[Verse 2]
I greeted her, but she brushed me off
Because her show was actually on MTV
She did a spot for Carefree
And a jingle for Lee jeans
I told her, “I like rock music”
But she froze in shock
When I wrote on a notepad
That she was uglier than Mr. Spock

[Verse 3]
And that she stuffs her bra
With corned beef and chow mein
And even though she wears Chanel
She drinks cocktails made with Shell gasoline
The security guy got rough
He was mean but wore Levi’s
He threw me out of the limousine
And hit my eye with a glass of gin

[Chorus]
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Going to Damian’s house
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Walking along the boulevard
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Going to Damian’s house
I don’t know if I can’t see or if I don’t understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?

[Verse 4]
Crossing the street, I was in shock
When I saw two girls smoking hash
Listening to thrash and The Clash
Playing to see who drank more Splash
And like once at a vernissage
I had a meltdown
When they said, “For ten pesos in cash
We’ll do a ménage à trois together”

[Verse 5]
Nervous, I got a tic
Deep down, I’ve always been a freak
I gave them a light with a Bic
But it didn’t seem very chic
That they made out for a Crush soda
With a nerd wearing plush socks
Who painted their lips with rouge
I spit on his Bush t-shirt

[Verse 6]
With my spit on George’s face
He got in the Porsche with the girls
He thought he was a VIP
While chewing chips
When he was starting to strip
And down to his underwear
He hit me in the eye with a paper clip
He said, “On your tombstone, it’ll say RIP!”

[Chorus]
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Going to Damian’s house
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Walking along the boulevard
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Going to Damian’s house
I don’t know if I can’t see or if I don’t understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?

[Bridge]
It was happy hour at the cabaret
It was trendy and had carpeted floors
Like a pub, cool and with a pool table
The owner was from Liverpool
And after a brief pause
I went in to see a show with a free pass
Performed by a master who played jazz
Even though he had a bypass

[Verse 7]
A fruity guy approached me
I said stop, and he said play
He liked Big Macs and Tupac
He sold crack and took Prozac
He shouted, spitting out a snack
“The master is lip-syncing!”
They ripped him apart, just like Jack
Before he could finish his cognac

[Verse 8]
But from a penthouse fell
In my eye a keyboard and a mouse
Blind and lost from the stress
Worse than in an express kidnapping
I, who only know how to say “yes” in English
Thought about Hermann Hesse’s book
I’m a loser like a boy scout
And I declared myself out of life

[Chorus]
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Going to Damian’s house
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Walking along the boulevard
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Going to Damian’s house
I don’t know if I can’t see

[Outro]
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) Going to Damian’s house
I don’t know if I can’t see or if I don’t understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?