The first thing Dioni did when he arrived in Rio
It was to toast with the mirror and say 'what an uncle!',
Do not see what happened
From the entrance to the restaurant,
Girls to the lounge
That the Dioni is in the city.
With his good pair of crocodile shoes
He can not resist the Venus de Milo
Especially if
You are paid for a French
Twice what in Madrid
I won working for a month.
Why the mulattas when they are flag
They confuse the heart with the wallet.
And the
That sees you pringao face,
See ghosts,
If you cut the cod over.
Ay Dionisio,
It was total the bank without a bad shot,
A lot of 'visio',
To lash the pastón and to stick the pyro.
The nights I've dedicated myself to planning
A blow like the one you gave with a pair.
Marking a lambada in Copacabana
Still flirt remembering that morning
In what decided
To play it flip-flops,
For once you get a clear order to the mus.
Lying the bachelor of Ipanema dreams
Awake, how the hall is going to hallucinate!
Seeing your photo in the
Cover of the interviu!
Little is going to 'gosar'
Your body the change of look.
Go levelón,
What a sorcerer's apprentice,
Nose like Indiana Jones,
Fancy toupee
But to the parrot,
That fate is a queer,
Without decorum,
He gives you champagne and then chinchón.
Ay Dionisio,
It was total the bank without a bad shot,
A lot of 'visio',
To lash the pastón and to stick the pyro.
The nights I've dedicated myself to planning
A blow like the one you gave with a pair.
A sandwich with lime will take you
With this sauce over to Carabanchel.
The day after the theft
And so it seemed so dumb
He commented at the bar
One who knew you
And the waiter said
'chapeau' because you had it
Known to ride
With class and category,
As a 'number one'
And a jubilee added,
Posts to bother,
What Madrid should you
'cousin' lift
A bust in the middle of Gran Vía
In charge of the people
And a plate that would say
'al Dioni, with a couple'
And everyone nodded.
This traveler salsita pa ti
Anybody can dance it.
A sandwich with lime will take you
With this sauce over to Carabanchel.
Crazy destination,
Cruel and rogue,
Gives you champagne
And then cazalla.
A sandwich with lime will take you
With this sauce over to Carabanchel.
And everyone nodded,
And I while I was listening
I composed this 'tumbao',
Let the police come
And take away the bailao,
Which is more vacilón the rhythm
When it is grabbed,
That the loose pa does not have me
Meat or fish,
It is danced in Andalusia
And with more are that in Bilbao
And in New York the dark ones
They do swingeao,
And you without harming
Nobody and wife,
That the law of extradition
I caught you 'confessed'.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)