Yendo a la casa de Damian

Going for a weekend to Damian's place
I urgently needed to talk to the man
I walked because my van got a flat tire
I saw a girl that I'm a fan of

One that appears on Sony channel
In a series with a pony
And in my neighborhood Marconi
I always see her having a Johnny

I greeted her but she fled
Because the show was on MTV
She did a Care Free ad
And a jeans Lee jingle

I told her I like rock
But she was shocked
When I wrote on a notepad
That she was uglier than Mr. Spock

And that she fills her bra
With Corned Beef and Chow Mein
And despite using Chanel
She drinks a cocktail with Shell gasoline

The security got heavy
He was bad but wore Levis
And threw a gin glass
In my eye from the limousine

Ahh, ahh
Going to Damian's house
Ahh, ahh
Walking down the boulevard
Ahh, ahh
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's that I can't see anymore
That I don't understand anymore
Why it's so hard for me to get there

Crossing the street, I was amazed
When I saw two girls smoking hash
Listening to Trash and The Clash
Playing who could take more splash

And like once at a vernissage
I had a nervous breakdown
When they said for ten pesos cash
We three do a menage

I got a tic from nerves
Deep down I was always a freak
I lit it with a Bic lighter
But it seemed not cool enough

That they passed by a crush
With a plush media nerd
Who painted her lips with rouge
I spat on her Bush t-shirt

With my spit on George's face
He got into a Porsche with the girls

He thought he was a VIP
Chewing a potato chip
When he started to strip
And was left only in briefs
I stabbed him in the eye with a clip
And on your tombstone it will say RIP

Ahh, ahh
Going to Damian's house
Ahh, ahh
Walking down the boulevard
Ahh, ahh
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's that I can't see anymore
That I don't understand anymore
Why it's so hard for me to get there

It was happy hour at the cabaret
It was fashionable and had a carpet
Like a cool pub with a pool
The owner is from Liverpool

And after a brief impasse
I went to see a show with a free pass
From a master playing jazz
Despite having a bypass

A somewhat gay guy came to talk to me
I was on stop and he was on play

He liked Big Mac and Tupac
He sold crack and took Prozac
And he shouted spitting a snack
The master is lip-syncing
They gutted him like Jack
Without being able to finish his cognac

But they fell from a penthouse
In my eye a keyboard and a mouse

Blind and lost due to stress
Worse than in an express kidnapping
I, who only know how to say yes in English
Thought of Herman Hesse's book

I'm a loser like a boy scout
And I declared myself out of life

Ahh, ahh
Going to Damian's house
Ahh, ahh
Walking down the boulevard
Ahh, ahh
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's that I can't see anymore

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Going to Damian's house
I don't know if it's that I can't see anymore
That I don't understand anymore
Why it's so hard for me to get there