Yendo a la casa de Damian
Yendo un weekend a lo de Damián
Tenía urgencia de hablar con el man
Caminé porque pinché mi van
Vi una mina de la que soy fan
Una que sale por el canal Sony
En una serie que está con un pony
Y en mi casa del barrio Marconi
Siempre la veo tomándome un Johnny
La saludé pero me echó flit
Porque el programa era en MTV
Hacía un spot de Care Free
Y un jingle de los jeans lee
Le dije que a mí me gusta el rock
Pero quedó en estado de shock
Cuando escribí en una hoja de block
Que era más fea que el señor Spock
Y que se rellena el sutién
Con Corned Beef y Chow Mien
Y a pesar de que usa Channel
Toma un cocktail con nafta de Shell
El security se puso heavy
Era malo pero usaba Levi's
Y me tiró desde la limousin
En el ojo un vaso con gin
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Yendo a la casa de Damián
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Camino por el Boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Yendo a la casa de Damián
No sé si es que ya no veo o que ya no entiendo
Porque me cuesta tanto llegar
Cruzando la calle quedé de flash
Cuando vi dos niñas fumando hash
Escuchaban trash y The Clash
Jugando quien tomaba más splash
Y como una vez en un vernisagge
Me dio un ataque de surmenage
Cuando dijeron por diez pesos cash
Hacemos juntos los tres un menaje
De los nervios me vino un tic
En el fondo siempre fui un freak
Le di fuego con yesquero bic
Pero me pareció poco chic
Que transaran por una crush
Con un nerd de medias de Plush
Que le pintó los labios con Rouge
Yo le escupí su T-shirt de Bush
Con mi gargajo en la cara de George
Se subió con las chicas a un Porsche
Se pensaba que era un tipo VIP
Masticando una papa chip
Cuando empezó a hacer un strip
Y quedaba solo en slip
Le clavó en el ojo un clip
Y con tu tumba va a decir RIP
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Yendo a la casa de Damián
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Camino por el Boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Yendo a la casa de Damián
No sé si es que ya no veo
Que ya no entiendo
Porque me cuesta tanto llegar
Era Happy Hour en el cabaret
Era fashion y tenía moquete
Como un pub, cool y con pool
El dueño es de Liverpool
Y después de un breve impasse
Entré a ver un show con Free Pass
De un master que tocaba jazz
A pesar de tener un by pass
Vino a hablarme uno medio gay
Yo ponía stop y él ponía play
Le gustaba el big mac y Tupac
Vendía crack y tomaba Prozac
Y gritó escupiendo un snack
El master hace playback
Lo destriparon como hacía Jack
Sin poder terminar su cognac
Pero cayeron desde un Pent-house
En mi ojo un teclado y un mouse
Ciego y perdido por el stress
Peor que en un secuestro express
Yo que en ingles solo sé decir: Yes
Pensé en el libro de Hermann Hesse
Soy un looser como boy scout
Y de la vida me declaré out
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Yendo a la casa de Damián
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Camino por el boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Yendo a la casa de Damián
No sé si es que ya no veo
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Yendo a la casa de Damián
No sé si es que ya no veo
Que ya no entiendo
Porque me cuesta tanto llegar
Going to Damian's house
Going to Damián's for a weekend
I had an urge to talk to the man
I walked because I punctured my van
I saw a girl that I'm a fan of
One that comes out on the Sony channel
In a series that is with a pony
And in my house in the Marconi neighborhood
I always see her having a Johnny
I greeted her but she gave me a fly
Because the show was on MTV
I did a Care Free spot
And a jeans jingle reads
I told her: I like rock
But she was in shock
When I wrote on a block sheet
That she was uglier than Mr. Spock
And that her bra is filled
With Corned Beef and Chow Mien
And even though she wears Chanel
She drinks a cocktail with Shell Nafta
The security got heavy
He was bad but he wore Levis
And he threw from the limousine
In the eye, a glass of gin
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I walk along the boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's because I no longer see that I no longer understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?
Crossing the street I was shocked
When I saw two girls smoking hash
They listened to Trash and The Clash
Playing who takes more splash
And like once at a vernissage
I had a surmenage attack
When they said for ten pesos cash
The three of us make a household together
I got a tic from my nerves
Deep down I was always a freak
I set fire to it with a bic tinderbox
But it seemed unchic to me
That they would trade for a crush
With a nerd in Plush stockings
Who painted her lips with Rouge
I spit on his Bush T-shirt
With my shit in George's face
He got into a Porsche with the girls
He thought he was a VIP guy
Chewing a potato chip
When he started doing a strip
And he was only in his underwear
A paper clip stuck him in the eye
And with your grave it will say RIP
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I walk along the boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's because I no longer see
That I no longer understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?
It was Happy Hour at the cabaret
It was fashionable and had carpet
Like a pub, cool and with a pool
The owner is from Liverpool
And after a brief impasse
I went to see a show with Free Pass
From a master who played jazz
Despite having a bypass
A half-gay guy came to talk to me
I put stop and he put play
He liked Big Mac and Tupac
He sold Crack and took Prozac
And he screamed, spitting out a snack
The master plays back
They gutted him like Jack did
Unable to finish his cognac
But they fell from a Penthouse
In my eye, a keyboard and a mouse
Blind and lost from stress
Worse than an express kidnapping
I only know how to say in English: Yes
I thought of Hermann Hesse's book
I'm a loser like a Boy Scout
And I declared myself out of life
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
I walk along the boulevard
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's because I no longer see
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
(Ah-ah, ah-ah)
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's because I no longer see
That I no longer understand
Why is it so hard for me to get there?