Pituca

Well-off girl by last name with a catchy tune
You have 'without a group' as a role
You seem with all your 'ventichelo'
The branch of the National Bank
That you're engaged to Albertito
An elegant yachtman from the Tigre Club
Who has a couple of anchovies for a mustache
And to stir things up, he says 'damn it'

Hey, Snob...
Who would have the joy
Of having a piggy bank
like your dad's.
And a ring
With the incandescent stone
Of those that your mom uses indifferently
To entertain at home.
Hey, Snob...
Don't waste the canaries
That your millionaire dad has
I'm going to see him in the end
With the flag at half-mast
Taking care of cars for 'nasta'
On some diagonal.

You have a Russian greyhound that's not for hare
And he lives a phenomenal life
I swear, just thinking about it gives me a fever
And how nice it would be to be an animal!
From one pleasure to another, full of money
You find life in salmon color
But I, who am poor as a rat
I ring the bell without a group, in coal color.