Yo Solo Quiero Que Llegue Ese Domingo

I just want that Sunday to come
Have a couple of wines to come see you
What I feel for you independently
Those Racing bastards won't understand it
They don't have the balls to come out on top and now they disappear because they're from the B Division
Chicken, you're a coward
Like the Imperial Guard
You ran in Avellaneda
And there at the Monumental
Bostero everyone already knows
That you're a coward
Always walking around with bodyguards
Like the damn ones from the cyclone