El Ritual de los Pibes Atentos - Pier

The ritual of the banana The ritual of the banana Find the skin of ganja's Why don't you come to my house? Why don't you come to my house? We celebrate her arrival We have the new god banana We have the new god banana Religion is no longer of a man Why don't you come to my house? Why don't you come to my house? We celebrate her arrival We all be, big a monkey man We'll eat banana, night and day We'll invite every one to meet us And we'll worship the Big Banana Queen We all be, big a monkey man We'll eat banana, night and day We'll invite every one to meet us And we'll worship the Big Banana Queen Why don't you come to my house? Why don't you come to my house? We celebrate her arrival We all be, big a monkey man. We'll eat banana, night and day We'll invite every one to meet us And we'll worship the Big Banana Queen Why don't you come to my house? Why don't you come to my house? We celebrate her arrival We all be, big a monkey man We'll eat banana, night and day We'll invite everyone to meet us And we'll worship the Big Banana Queen We all be, big a monkey man We'll eat banana, night and day We'll invite everyone to meet us And we'll worship the Big Banana Queen The ritual, the ritual The ritual banana yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The ritual, the ritual The ritual banana yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The ritual, the ritual The ritual banana yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pibes Chorros Ay, Andrea Vos si que sos lijera Ay, Andrea Que astuta que sos Ay, Andrea Te gusta la fija Ay, Andrea Que astuta que sos Si pinta una cumbia, revoleas tu cadera Si pinta los tragos, vos perdes el control Si pintan los pibes, revolias tu cartera Y si pinta la guita, nunca decís que no Y te mueves así, así, así Con las piernas abiertas Y te mueves así, así, así Con la colita para atrás Y te mueves así, así, así Con las manos para arriba Y te mueves así, así, así Con la colita para atrás Pibes Chorros Ay, Andrea Vos si que sos lijera Ay, Andrea Que astuta que sos Ay, Andrea Te gusta la fija Ay, Andrea Que astuta que sos Si pinta una cumbia, revoleas tu cadera Si pinta los tragos, vos perdes el control Si pintan los pibes, revolias tu cartera Y si pinta la guita, nunca decís que no Y te mueves así, así, así Con las piernas abiertas Y te mueves así, así, así Con la colita para atrás Y te mueves así, así, así Con las manos para arriba Y te mueves así, así, así Con la colita para atrás