Mardi Gras Mambo - The Meters

(¡Hey! Tanto dolor Tanto dolor, tanta pena ¡Ja, ja, ja, total! ¡Danny! ¿Qué fue?) Mamá mía, tú eres una lucia Se nota que te encanta la vagabundería La gentuzería, la gente de orilla 'Tate quieto, esa mujer está encendida Dame el movimiento que le ronca la manigueta Lento, lentito como en manteca Son gemelas, son guaretas Que tripleta, una blanca y una prieta Báilalo, mai Con tu jevo o con tu jeva Esto es algo Mardi Gras Collares, fiesta y botella Ba-Ba-Ba-Báilalo, mai Con tu jevo o con tu jeva Esto es algo Mardi Gras Collares, fiesta y botella Es que tu faldita pa mí es provocante De tu joyería yo quiero el diamante Aunque no lo he visto puedo imaginarte Si no soy tu amante, logre bailarte No me des teléfono, nunca vo'a llamarte La que alumbra es la de a'lante, en gigante Maleante pero elegante, boyante Volvió grampa' haciendo escante Báilalo, mai Con tu jevo o con tu jeva Esto es algo Mardi Gras Collares, fiesta y botella Ba-Ba-Ba-Báilalo, mai Con tu jevo o con tu jeva Esto es algo Mardi Gras Collares, fiesta y botella Asegura, tengo la verdura No sufra calentura pa luego hacerte arrugas Subió la temperatura, no hay ventiladores Este party es underground como se supone Te pongo a trepar paredes pa que bregues Danny, vamo'a darle lo que quiere Fresquería, jiguirri-manía Comiendo yautía hasta por el día Báilalo, mai Con tu jevo o con tu jeva Esto es algo Mardi Gras Collares, fiesta y botella Ba-Ba-Ba-Báilalo, mai Con tu jevo o con tu jeva Esto es algo Mardi Gras Collares, fiesta y botella (¿Pa' qué dolor? ¿Pa' qué dolor? ¿Pa' qué pena? Si desde que me fui ¡La cosa se puso buena!) Ba-Ba-Ba-Báilalo, mai Con tu jevo o con tu jeva Esto es algo Mardi Gras Collares, fiesta y botella Bob Marley es mi psicólogo Maelo mi psiquiatra Mis ángeles, abuela Benín y mi papá Pa las mamis ¿Con quién más? Danny Fornaris ¿Quién? Danny Fornaris, mami, ja, ja, ja Y total, y total, oye Que no se lleva Hey, Tego Calderon, el Don del don

It's getting close to the dawn So many people had too much fun I'm talking 'bout us girl Don't you let this memory go Cause you know it's something we both need And when your head was on my shoulder I could see it all so clear Just like some gypsy from my childhood years And I could go on telling you It's so warm to have you here But I was just wondering what's it gonna be After the Mardi Gras? And I fan those flames I could see my life to come But you not before my eyes Oh Lord, how long must I carry on Before I let you slip away And I can feel it getting colder And I wanna hold you near But I'm afraid of what you are to me And everything you said tonight It's all that I can hear Don't leave me standing here on Bourbon Street After the Mardi Gras Today your head was on my shoulder I could see it all so clear Just like some gypsy from my childhood years And I could go on telling you It's so good to have you here But I was just wondering what's it gonna be After the Mardi Gras? What's it gonna be after the Mardi Gras?

All you've gotta do is find yourself You lose all the time you wasted Something yeah, oh yeah Love if you think straight There's no reason why you shouldn't find yourself A jealous mind All it does is corrupt your time A heart full of hate, oh yeah Can be a bad mistake There might come a day Well, that you fail to see A better idea in life Yeah a better day All you've got to do is find yourself (Well, well, oh yeah, yeah) Find yourself (Oh baby, oh yeah) Find yourself (Oh) All you've got to do is find yourself If you find me, you better listen well You can find my situation gettin' better every day All you've got to do is find yourself Find yourself You can sit down and cry your eyes away Until your tears have all gone But when you realize That you didn't want to stay Get your head on right, you can't go wrong You've got to find yourself, oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You've got to find yourself You've got to find yourself You've got to find yourself You've got to find yourself All you've got to do is find yourself, yeah You've got to find yourself Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Find yourself All you've got to do is find yourself Yeah, yeah Find yourself All you've got to do is find yourself Yeah, yeah Find yourself All you've got to do is find yourself Find yourself

This is the story about the knight and the dragon. The dragon He bite me (whoa lord) The dragon (You know that) He bite me Funky funky funky funky dragon Keep on messin' my thing around Got to get him Got to get him I once was a knight at the round table Go Go Go Go Go He bite me The dragon He bite me The dragon He bite me I once was a knight at the round table Go Go Go He bite me Got to get him Got to get him Got to get him Every time I go out and try to save the fair maiden in distress, that old dragon always comes around roaring and carrying on and always trying to bite me, just like this... Always trying to bite me, I ... I can't keep going for that